He seemed immensely gratified because Agnew had taken his lance, and the others seemed disappointed at his refusal to take theirs.

But I felt my heart quake as I saw him offer his rifle, and still more when he offered it to one or two others, and only regained my composure as I perceived that his offer was refused by all.
They now made motions to us to follow, and we all set forth together.
"My dear More," said Agnew, cheerily, "they're not a bad lot.

They mean well.

They can't help their looks.

You're too suspicious and reserved.