But happily he gave me no chance of falling into that condition.

He seemed always on the verge of some explosion.
Now it was against Hawkesbury, now against the Henniker, now against Mr Ladislaw, and now against the whole world generally, myself included.

I had a busy time of it holding him in.
He still showed aversion to Hawkesbury, although I differed from him on this point, and insisted that Hawkesbury was not such a bad fellow.
Luckily, however, no outbreak happened.

How could it, when Hawkesbury was always so amiable and forgiving and friendly?
It was a wonder to me how Jack _would_ persist in disliking this fellow.

Sometimes I used to be quite ashamed to see the scornful way in which he repulsed his favours and offers of friendship.