Again he was unable to keep the distaste from his eyes or tone.
"Not to-night, thank you." The train was just moving, so Miles was obliged to hurry off, but at Garden Green, Burton was compelled to run the gauntlet of their cheers and mockery as he passed down the platform.

Good sports and excellent fellows he had thought them yesterday.

To-day he had no words for them.
He simply knew that they grated upon every nerve in his body and that he loathed them.

For the first time he began to be frightened.

What was this thing that had happened to him?
How was it possible for him to continue his daily life?
As soon as he was out of the station, his troubles began again.