It is not surprising...

that one should think." Colville heaved a sigh and said nothing.

He was, it seemed, essentially a sympathetic man; not of a thoughtful habit himself, but tolerant of thought in others.

It was abominably windy and cold, although the corn was beginning to ripen; but he did not complain.

Neither did he desire to hurry his companion in any way.
He looked at the crumbling grave with a passing shadow in his clever and worldly eyes, and composed himself to await his friend's pleasure.
In his way he must have been a philosopher.