He only remembered the affair casually and without interest.
'I am really very grateful to you for--for going away, because I know you had good cause for your anger.' Oh, that's all right,' said Harry again, inaptly.
'But you ought not to be angry with me.

It pained me very much--the trial and your mother's sorrow, and all the rest.

It hurt me because it seemed to set me on the side that was against Mrs.Hardy, and I--I always admired her.

I knew she was a good woman, and it was easy to see the trouble cut into her heart although she bore it so proudly.' 'Oh, that's all right.' Harry was fumbling with the gravel in the hopper.
He was conscious that his replies were foolish and trivial, but for the life of him he could do no better.
She waited a few moments, then bade him good morning and went across the creek and away amongst the trees beyond; and Harry, resting upon the handle of his cradle, watched her, absorbed, a prey to a set of new emotions that bewildered him hopelessly.

He was still in this position when Chris looked back from the hill, and half an hour later Dick Haddon found him day-dreaming amongst the tailings.
Day-dreams were not possible in the vicinity of Richard Haddon.