When his hand touched the door I snatched at my book and read as hard as I could.

He was swaggering a little as he entered, but the swagger went out of him as soon as his eye fell on me.

I fancy he had come down to tell me, and now he did not know how to begin.

He walked up and down the room restlessly, looking at me as he walked the one way, while I looked at him as he walked the other way.

At length he sat down again and took up his book.