Mr.Clark, somehow, always reassured him.

The butler could understand the springs that moved that kindly spirit.
What Mr.Clark thought as he tramped back through the snow need not be fully detailed.

But at least, one thing was certain, he never thought of himself.
If he recalled that a mortgage would be due on his house just one week from that day, and that the doctors' bills had been unusually heavy that year, it was not on his own account that he was anxious.

Indeed, he never considered himself; there were too many others to think of.

One thought was that he was glad his friend had such a good servant as James to look after him.