In reviewing all this, Waymark found it more significant than he had imagined.

Why, he wondered, had Mr.
Woodstock grown so philanthrophic all at once?
Why had he been so particular in making sure that Waymark would meet the girl?
Indeed, from the very beginning of this affair, he had behaved with regard to it in a manner quite unlike himself.

Waymark had leisure now to ponder these things, but could only conjecture explanations.
The hours went by; a church clock kept him aware of their progress.

The aching in his arms became severe; he suffered from cold.

The floor was swept by a draught which seemed strong and keen as a blast of east wind; it made his eyes smart, and he kept them closed, with some slight hope that this might also have the effect of inducing sleep.