His morality, which was very complete, demanded that from him.
Yet he was pained at the information imparted by his sister Winnie who was good.

Nobody could help that! He came along gloomily, but presently he brightened up.

Like the rest of mankind, perplexed by the mystery of the universe, he had his moments of consoling trust in the organised powers of the earth.
"Police," he suggested confidently.
"The police aren't for that," observed Mrs Verloc cursorily, hurrying on her way.
Stevie's face lengthened considerably.

He was thinking.

The more intense his thinking, the slacker was the droop of his lower jaw.
And it was with an aspect of hopeless vacancy that he gave up his intellectual enterprise.
"Not for that ?" he mumbled, resigned but surprised.