Perhaps he wished to efface the recollection from my memory, for there was something significant in his smile, as though we perfectly understood each other.
I had lain awake for a long time thinking over Mrs.Maberley's talk and that uncomfortable walk from Maplehurst.

Mr.Hamilton's voice and words haunted me; the suppressed irritation and pain that almost mastered him, and how he had flung away from me in the darkness.
I was glad to remember that I had called him back and spoken a conciliatory word.

No doubt he had been to blame.

I could imagine him hard and bitter to a fault.

But he had suffered; there were lines upon his face that had been traced by no common experience.