Visconti bent nearer and she drank, putting it down half empty with a shudder and staring eyes.
Visconti smiled, and brought the evil of his face still nearer.
"Drink the rest," he said. "Drink it, Valentine."
Still in silence she obeyed him.
When the empty glass stood before him, Visconti turned away, taking his eyes from her with a laugh, and walked toward the door.
Valentine's gaze followed him with a look of utter woe; still she said nothing, from her parted lips there came no sound.
He looked back over his shoulder at her, standing there with her face toward him, with all expression gone, with unseeing eyes.
"I will leave thee," he said savagely, "to await—the morning."
She seemed roused by the sound of his voice, and stepped forward with a cry on her white lips.