He nursed it carefully all day and took it to bed with him again at night.

The next day he had begun to understand how envy grew to hatred, and hatred to murder.

Still he did not go to God for help, and still he kept ever before his eyes the image of the youth that he had determined was to be his enemy.
On Thursday night he could no longer bear his uncertainties.

He dressed himself carefully and went to David Cameron's.

David was in his shop tasting and buying teas, and apparently absorbed in business.
He merely nodded to James, and bid him "walk through." He had no intention of being less kindly than usual, but James was in such a suspicious temper that he took his preoccupation for coolness, and so it was almost with a resentful feeling he opened the half-glass door dividing the shop from the parlor.
As his heart had foretold him, there sat the youth whom he had determined to hate, but his imagination had greatly deceived him with regard to his appearance.