He caught the smile, and interpreted it.
'Grinning at me, Harry; have I made a slip in my grammar, eh ?' Who could feel any further sensitiveness at his fits of irritation, reading him as I did?
I saw through my aunt: she was always in dread of a renewal of our conversation.

I could see her ideas flutter like birds to escape me.

And I penetrated the others who came in my way just as unerringly.

Farmer Eckerthy would acknowledge, astonished, his mind was running on cricket when I taxed him with it.
'Crops was the cart-load of my thoughts, Master Harry, but there was a bit o' cricket in it, too, ne'er a doubt.' My aunt's maid, Davis, was shocked by my discernment of the fact that she was in love, and it was useless for her to pretend the contrary, for I had seen her granting tender liberties to Lady Ilchester's footman.
Old Sewis said gravely, 'You've been to the witches, Master Harry'; and others were sure 'I had got it from the gipsies off the common.' The maids were partly incredulous, but I perceived that they disbelieved as readily as they believed.

With my latest tutor, the Rev.Simon Hart, I was not sufficiently familiar to offer him proofs of my extraordinary power; so I begged favours of him, and laid hot-house flowers on his table in the name of my aunt, and had the gratification of seeing him blush.