It's so hard to tell what he's really thinking.

You find him a quiet, reserved little boy ?" "Very," said Miss Jones.
"In a little while, when you know him better, he will come out.

Only you have to let him take his time.

He doesn't like to be forced--" "No," said Miss Jones.
Meanwhile, that morning descent into the schoolroom was real hell for her.

She had to summon up her courage, walking about her bedroom, pressing her hands together, evoking the memory of her magnificent iron-souled brother, who would, she knew, despise such tremors.