Her advent puzzled him, and it was not for some time that he began to understand the motive of it.

Roderick's countenance threw no light upon it; but Roderick's countenance, full of light as it was, in a way, itself, had never thrown light upon anything.
He had not been in Rowland's rooms for several weeks, and he immediately began to look at those of his own works that adorned them.

He lost himself in silent contemplation.

Mrs.Hudson had evidently armed herself with dignity, and, so far as she might, she meant to be impressive.
Her success may be measured by the fact that Rowland's whole attention centred in the fear of seeing her begin to weep.

She told him that she had come to him for practical advice; she begged to remind him that she was a stranger in the land.