He sits there in the library day after day, or walks about it for hours and hours, without ever opening a book or looking at a thing.

Or else he walks about the woods--sometimes quite late at night.
Forest believes he sleeps very little.

I told you he never came to Desmond's funeral.

All business he hands over to Elizabeth, and what she asks him he generally does.

But we all have vague, black fears about him.