Turning away, she paced up and down the room, muttering imprecations. Her companion stood silent, unable to assuage her agony or rebuke her vindictive words.
At length Tess stopped directly in front of him.
"I know you don't like me to feel that way about Waldstricker, but I can't help it. I hate him so!"
Then she went to the window and stared out into the storm again.
After a moment's hesitation, Young touched her. Drawing her back, he held her in his arms, attempting to soothe and quiet her by murmured endearments.
"I'm awfully sorry, dear," he explained. "I must go to town. Helen's sent for me."
Tess nodded indifferently. It was all one to her now. She'd lost Boy, and she was willing to be alone to plan how she could punish his murderer.
"I'll send Andy to you," said Young, leading her to a chair.
He went in search of the dwarf and found the little man in his room huddled on the bed.
"Andy," said Deforrest, "come here."