He said nothing more, simply staring down at the hands resting in his lap. His confusion and discomfort were turning to irritation. It finally occured to him that this treatment was after all his new torment. It was all a design of his mistress. He knew she must be here somewhere. He pretended to sigh and relax back against the bedding as she touched his cheek, but inside, he was filled with a burning turmoil. He had to get away. After so many years, his cursed fate had become unbearable. He had to escape. Even if he were caught in the attempt, it would be better than this torment.