He had never before realized how little space he occupied in his own dwelling, and how much living heat Claudet had infused into the house which was now so cold and empty.

He felt poor and diminished in spirit, and was ashamed of being so useless to himself and to others.

He had before him a prospect of new duties, which frightened him.

The management of the district, which Claudet had undertaken for him, would now fall entirely on his shoulders, and just at the time of the timber sales and the renewal of the fences.

Besides all this, he had Manette on his conscience, thinking he ought to try to soften her grief at her son's unexpected departure.