I'll tell you.

While you lay on the ground, in Mr.Cheetham's yard, I scanned the workmen's faces.

They were full of pity and regret, and were much alike in expression--all but one.

That one looked a man awakened from a dream.
His face was wild, stupid, confused, astonished.

'Hallo!' said I, 'why are your looks so unlike the looks of your fellows ?' Instantly I put myself in his place.