He thought: "The boys would kieto to this chap all right." He was not eager to have them listen to Mary singing.
Sitting there amid the little audience of thoughtful people, his brain filled with new conceptions of the world and of human life.

Nothing was clearly defined in the tumult of opposing pictures.

At one moment he thought of his sister and his family, but before he could imagine her home or decide on how to see her, a picture of his father, or Jack, or the peaceful Burns' farm came whirling like another cloud before his brain, and all the time his eyes searched Mary's calm and beautiful face.

He saw her smile, too, when the preacher made a telling application of a story.

How would she receive him after so many years?
She had not answered his last letter; perhaps she was married.