No, it was not for me to judge him.

As he said, what could I know of a man's nature?
And I was still more glad when I saw Mr.Hamilton in the church porch, and knew that the day's harmony was not disturbed, and that there was peace between us.

His bright, satisfied smile made me feel more cheerful.
'What a strange-looking man!' observed Jill, in rather a grumbling voice, as we walked up the hill.

'Is that Mr.Hamilton?
I thought he was young; but he is quite old, Ursula.' 'No, dear, not more than three-or four-and-thirty, Uncle Max says.' 'Well, I call that old,' returned Jill, with the obstinacy of sixteen.
'He is an old bachelor, too, for of course nobody wants to marry him; he is too ugly.' 'Oh, Jill, how absurd you are! Mr.Hamilton is not ugly at all.

You will soon get used to his face.