The whole house was silent about him, only the clocks whispering.
What a tiresome bother Aunt Amy was! How he wished that she were dead! And what a bore it would be being good now with Miss Jones.

At the same time, the renewed consciousness of her personal drama most strangely moved him--her brother who rowed, her neuralgia, her lack of relations.
Perhaps Aunt Amy also had an exciting history! Perhaps she also cried! The world seemed to be suddenly filled with pressing, thronging figures, all with businesses of their own.
It was very odd.
He pushed back the schoolroom door and blinked at the sudden light..