He felt that thrill--if it isn't pleasure it is more like it than anything else--which we all feel when something real has happened.
But what _had_ happened.

What?
'I wish I'd never come back,' said the nurse.

'Then nobody could pretend it was _my_ fault.' 'It don't matter what they pretend,' the cook stopped crying to say.
'The thing is what's happened.

Oh, my goodness.

I'd rather have been turned away without a character than have had this happen.' 'And I'd rather _any_thing,' said the nurse.