Had he done so, I should probably have had but few concealments from him.

Perhaps he feels hurt at my reserve.

He is a strange being; I wish we knew each other better.

He used to spend a month at Staningley every year, before I was married; but, since our father's death, I have only seen him once, when he came for a few days while Mr.Huntingdon was away.

He shall stay many days this time, and there shall be more candour and cordiality between us than ever there was before, since our early childhood.