It seemed that his eyes had put a great question to her, and now her voice had answered it.
Claude turned to Armand Gillier.
"Monsieur," he said, "you can't have your libretto back. It's mine, and I'm going to keep it."
When Gillier was gone Charmian said, almost in a faltering voice, and with none of her usual self-possession of manner:
"How—how could you bear that man's insults as you did?"
"His insults?"
"Yes."
Claude looked at her in silence. And again she was conscious of fear.
"Don't let us ever speak of this again," he answered at last.
He went away.