Alice had imagined that if her husband would enter, she'd just look at him victoriously. It didn't matter what he would do. She had regained some power. Even if it was the power to do something that enraged him.

But that was not what happened. Indeed she did turn, but she barely managed to put her chin up in defiance. Her eyes didn't show it. They were fixed on what she could see of him behind Mr. Meijer, much like a startled animal might freeze and stare at a hunter.