"I envy you that child, Mrs.Slater, I do indeed.

Backwards 'e may be, but 'is being dependent, as you may say, touches the 'eart.

Little lamb!" She tried to embrace him; she offered him sweets.

He shuddered at her approach, and his face was instantly grey, like a pool the moment after the sun's setting.

Had he been himself able to put into words his sensations, he would have said that the sight of Mrs.Carter assured him, quite definitely, that something horrible would soon occur.
The house upon whose atmosphere he so depended instantly darkened; his Friend was gone, not because he was no longer able to see him (his consciousness of him did not depend at all upon any visual assurance), but because there was now, Henry was perfectly assured, no chance whatever of his suddenly appearing.