I cannot tell.

Perhaps he has not been told.
Perhaps he might have seen them if he would.
I have known him more quick-sighted.

Let that pass.
All things seem changed, I think.

I had a friend, (I can't but weep to think him alter'd too,) These things are best forgotten; but I knew A man, a young man, young, and full of honor, That would have pick'd a quarrel for a straw, And fought it out to the extremity, E'en with the dearest friend he had alive, On but a bare surmise, a possibility, That Margaret had suffer'd an affront.
Some are too tame, that were too splenetic once.
_Sand_.

'Twere best he should be _told_ of these affronts.
_Marg_.