"Can't I see it?"
As if to emphasize her remark she approached her face quite close to his
in the twilight. While they had been arguing a cloud had passed over the
sun, and dimness increased in the little room. Both of them were still
standing up, and now Cuckoo peered into Julian's eyes with almost hungry
scrutiny. Her lips were still trembling with excitement and her mouth was
contorted into a sideways grin, expressive of contemptuous knowledge
of the descent of Julian's nature. She was a mere mask of passion, no
doubt a ridiculous object enough, touzled, dishevelled and shaken with
temper, as she leaned forward to get a better view of him. And Julian
was both vexed and disgusted by her outbreak, and sick of a scene which,
like all men, he ardently hated and would have given much to avoid. He
faced her coldly, endeavouring to calm her by banishing every trace of
excitement from his expression.
And then, in the twilight of the dingy room, and in the twilight of her
eyes, he saw the flame once more. A thin glint of sunshine found its way
in from the street, and threw a shadow near them. Cuckoo's eyes emitted
a greenish ray like a cat's, and in this ray the flame swam and
flickered, cold and pale, and, Julian fancied, menacing.
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