He knew and was sure of her.
He dispersed the unhallowed fry in attendance upon any stirring of the reptile part of us, to look at her with the eyes of a friend.

And if...!--a little mouse of a thought scampered out of one of the chambers of his head and darted along the passages, fetching a sweat to his brows.

Well, whatsoever the fact, his heart was hers! He hoped he could be charitable to women.
She rose from her knees and said: 'Now, please, give me the letter.' He was entreated to excuse her for consigning him to firelight when she left the room.
Danvers brought in a dismal tallow candle, remarking that her mistress had not expected visitors: her mistress had nothing but tea and bread and butter to offer him.

Danvers uttered no complaint of her sufferings; happy in being the picture of them.

'I'm not hungry,' said he.
A plate of Andrew Hedger's own would not have tempted him.