After the softening, the quasi-reconciliation of the day before, his chagrin and disappointment were great.

Impossible she should know anything of his ride with Chloe! There was not a soul in that wood; and the place was twenty miles from Heston.

Again he felt the impulse to blurt it all out to her; but was simply repelled and intimidated by this porcupine mood in which she had wrapped herself.

Better wait at least till she was a little more normal again.

He went off disconsolately to a day's shooting.
Meanwhile, his own particular worry was sharp enough.