So there was little sympathy with him at Seat-Sandal, and he fancied that all the gentlemen of the neighborhood treated him with a perceptible coolness of manner.

Perhaps they did.

There are social intuitions, mysterious in their origin, and yet hitting singularly near the truth.

Before circumstances permitted him to leave Sandal-Side, he had begun to hate the Seat and the neighborhood, and every thing pertaining to it, with all his heart.
The only place of refuge he had found had been Up-Hill.

The day after the catastrophe he fought his way there, and with passionate tears and complaints told Ducie the terrible story.