He pulled his hat over his eyes, and tried to wonder, dispassionately, whether atmospheric conditions had not something to do with his ill-humor.

He remained for some time in this attitude, but was finally aroused from it by a singular sense that, although he had heard nothing, some one had approached him.

He looked up and saw Roderick standing before him on the turf.

His mood made the spectacle unwelcome, and for a moment he felt like uttering an uncivil speech.

Roderick stood looking at him with an expression of countenance which had of late become rare.