Had he done a harm to Angela Vivian, and did she know that he had done it?
This inquiry by no means made him miserable, and it was far from awaiting him regularly on his pillow.

But it visited him at intervals, and sometimes in the strangest places--suddenly, abruptly, in the stillness of an Indian temple, or amid the shrillness of an Oriental crowd.

He became familiar with it at last; he called it his Jack-in-the-box.

Some invisible touch of circumstance would press the spring, and the little image would pop up, staring him in the face and grinning an interrogation.

Bernard always clapped down the lid, for he regarded this phenomenon as strikingly inane.