Yet, whatever it was, it gave him some moist moments.

If Grizel saw him in this mood, her reproachful look implied that he was sentimentalizing again.

How little this chit understood him! The man of the world sometimes came upon the glove in his pocket, and laughed at it, as such men do when they recall their callow youth.

He took walks with Grizel without her knowing that she accompanied him; or rather, he let her come, she was so eager.

In his imagination (for bright were the dreams of Thomas!) he saw her looking longingly after him, just as the dog looks; and then, not being really a cruel man, he would call over his shoulder, "Put on your hat, little woman; you can come." Then he conceived her wandering with him through the Den and Caddam Wood, clinging to his arm and looking up adoringly at him.
"What a loving little soul it is!" he said, and pinched her ear, whereat she glowed with pleasure.