The glassy, smileless eyes on the pillow followed him out of the room, but their light was the light of despair.
XII
Going out of Government House Oscar came upon Magnus, who was standing at the foot of the staircase, riding-whip in hand, and with Golden Mane at the door of the porch. By the dark cloud on Magnus's face Oscar could see that his brother was in a sullen and rebellious mood, and to avoid further hostilities he saluted him and tried to run on.
"Wait," said Magnus.
"Another time," said Oscar.
"Now," said Magnus, and laying his big hand on Oscar's arm, he drew him back into the hall.
Oscar flushed up at the indignity and said sharply, "Well, what is it?"
"Oscar," said Magnus, "I heard what passed in the bedroom."
"Then you were listening?"
"I was."