He remembered how, at the Sergeant's description of his father, something seemed to go wrong in his brain.
He had a dim remembrance of how, dazed with rage, he had felt his way out to the next room, and cried, "You defamer of the dead! you will lie no more!" He had a vivid picture of how in horror she had fled from him while he dragged out the Sergeant by the throat into the night, and how he had been torn from him by the united efforts of Brown and French together.

He remembered how, after the funeral service, when he had grown master of himself again, he had offered the Sergeant his humble apology before them all.

But most vivid of all was his memory of the look of fear and repulsion in her eyes when he came near her.

And that was the last look he had had of her.

Gladly would he have run away from meeting her again; but this he could not do, for Jack's sake and for his own.