He was in the kitchen now: he finished his wood-chopping an hour ago.

Asleep, doubtless; that was one comfort.
Well, if he were awake, he could not understand.

That class of people----And Mrs.Howth (into whose kindly brain just enough of her husband's creed had glimmered to make her say, "that class of people," in the tone with which Abraham would NOT have spoken of Dives over the gulf) went tranquilly back to her knitting, wondering why Dr.Knowles should come ten times now where he used to come once, to provoke Samuel into these wearisome arguments.

Ever since their misfortune came on them, he had been there every night, always at it.

She should think he might be a little more considerate.