She was very fond of Derrick, and it went to her heart that he should lead such a dog's life.
I said what I could to comfort her, and she went down again, fearful lest he should discover her upstairs and guess that she had opened her heart to me.
Poor Derrick! That he of all people on earth should be mixed up with such a police court story--with drunkard, and violence, and pokers figuring in it! I lay back in the camp chair and looked at Hoffman's 'Christ,' and thought of all the extraordinary problems that one is for ever coming across in life.

And I wondered whether the people of Bath who saw the tall, impassive-looking, hazel-eyed son and the invalid father in their daily pilgrimages to the Pump Room, or in church on Sunday, or in the Park on sunny afternoons had the least notion of the tragedy that was going on.

My reflections were interrupted by his entrance.

He had forced up a cheerfulness that I am sure he didn't really feel, and seemed afraid of letting our talk flag for a moment.

I remember, too, that for the first time he offered to read me his novel, instead of as usual waiting for me to ask to hear it.