Francis's question, the good-humoured insouciance of it grated on his mind in rather similar fashion.
"We don't know yet," he said.

"I expect we shall all go back to town in a couple of days, so that she may see somebody." Francis jumped out briskly and gracefully, and stood with his hands in his pockets while Michael pushed off again, and brought the boat into its shed.
"I do hope it's nothing serious," he said.

"She looks quite well, doesn't she?
I daresay it's nothing; but she's been alone, hasn't she, with Uncle Robert all these weeks.

That would give her the hump, too." Michael felt a sudden spasm of impatience at these elegant and consoling reflections.

But now, in the light of his own increasing maturity, he saw how hopeless it was to feel Francis's deficiencies, his entire lack of deep feeling.