I was horribly disappointed, and not a little enraged, when I found that he began by assuming the very beliefs I thought he was going to justify.

In you I shall hope for more logic.' 'Newman is incapable of understanding such an objection,' said Peak, with a look of amusement.
'But you are not.' The dialogue grew chatty.

When they exchanged good-night, Peak fancied that the pressure of Buckland's hand was less fervent than at their meeting, but his manner no longer seemed to indicate distrust.

Probably the agnostic's mood was one of half-tolerant disdain.
Godwin turned the key in his bedroom door, and strayed aimlessly about.
He was fatigued, but the white, fragrant bed did not yet invite him; a turbulence in his brain gave warning that it would be long before he slept.

He wound up his watch; the hands pointed to twelve.