Martha was glad that her bairn was having such a good time, and she would often stand on the porch with little Ellen's hand in hers and wave to Max and Lucy as they dashed down the garden road and out through the gate, the tiger behind; but Jane, with that quick instinct which some women possess, recognized something in Feilding's manner which she could not put into words, and so held her peace.

She had nothing against Max, but she did not like him.

Although he was most considerate of her feelings and always deferred to her, she felt that any opposition on her part to their outings would have made no difference to either one of them.

He asked her permission, of course, and she recognized the courtesy, but nothing that he ever did or said overcame her dislike of him.
Doctor John's personal attitude and bearing toward Feilding was an enigma not only to Jane, but to others who saw it.

He invariably greeted him, whenever they met, with marked, almost impressive cordiality, but it never passed a certain limit of reserve; a certain dignity of manner which Max had recognized the first day he shook hands with him.