So far as he did suspect it he was on the contrary, after a short shake of his consciousness, as pleasantly passive as might be.

He really had a sort of sense of what she knew.
He had quite the sense that she knew things he didn't, and though this was a concession that in general he found not easy to make to women, he made it now as good-humouredly as if it lifted a burden.

His eyes were so quiet behind his eternal nippers that they might almost have been absent without changing his face, which took its expression mainly, and not least its stamp of sensibility, from other sources, surface and grain and form.

He joined his guide in an instant, and then felt she had profited still better than he by his having been for the moments just mentioned, so at the disposal of her intelligence.

She knew even intimate things about him that he hadn't yet told her and perhaps never would.