He had an unusual, unexpected sense of having wandered into a strange corner of the world.

He was not given, as a general thing, to anticipating danger, or forecasting disaster, and he had had no social tremors on this particular occasion.

He was not timid and he was not impudent.

He felt too kindly toward himself to be the one, and too good-naturedly toward the rest of the world to be the other.

But his native shrewdness sometimes placed his ease of temper at its mercy; with every disposition to take things simply, it was obliged to perceive that some things were not so simple as others.