I was glad, but I could not feel very friendly to him.

I said, "You can speak when you are angry." Though he was behind me, I could feel Father coming nearer, and I knew somehow that he had taken out his glass again to rub it and put it back, as he does when he is rather surprised or amused.

I was afraid he meant to laugh at me afterwards, and he can tease terribly, but I could not have helped saying what came into my head that morning if I had tried.

When you have suffered a great deal about anything, you cannot sham, not even politeness.
The Old Squire got rather red.

Then he said, "I am afraid I am very hasty, my dear, and say very unjustifiable things.