"He need not be afraid of me," he said to himself, "and at least he should not show me that he is." Then they parted, Trevelyan going into Twining's bank, and Stanbury passing on towards the office of the Daily R.
Stanbury had in truth been altogether mistaken as to the state of his friend's mind on that morning.

Trevelyan, although he had, according to his custom, put in a word in condemnation of the newspaper line of life, was at the moment thinking whether he would not tell all his trouble to Hugh Stanbury.

He knew that he should not find anywhere, not even in Mr.Bideawhile, a more friendly or more trustworthy listener.

When Nora Rowley's name had been mentioned, he had not thought of her.

He had simply repeated the name with the usual answer.