Michael Courtney looked up from his book at the servant.

He glanced at the servant, a woman of about thirty who sat with head bowed in a corner.

Is she shouting at the servant or at time itself?

She set the cup back on the table and glared at the servant.

She waved a hand at the servant by the door.

I looked at the servant, slim and silent in the darkness.

Epaminondas said nothing for a while, then he looked up at the servant.

He looked questioningly at the servant who had made the announcement.

He snapped his fingers at the servant, who took the gift away.

Without any reason he would glare at the new servant and then scream the servant's name.