Rodolphus rose to his feet abruptly, cutting off any chance she had to further their conversation down that path. Without any excuse or explanation at all, he stormed out of his own house again. Living in such close proximity to him and seeing him every day meant she'd been able to see how altered he'd become. Usually he was able to compose himself better, to project an image of a powerful man who had it all under control. Hermione could see that he wasn't a well man. The cracks in his façade were only growing bigger.