I think I am almost as much an object of pity as yourself." And for a moment he appeared to be so, not only to Gerridge, but to Mr.
Ransom himself.

Then something in the man--his unnatural coldness, the purpose which made itself felt through all his self-restraint--reawakened Mr.Ransom's distrust and led him to say: "Your complaint is natural.

If you are Mrs.Ransom's brother, there should be sympathy between us and not antagonism.

But I feel only antagonism.

Why is this ?" A shrug, followed by an odd smile.
"You should be able to account for that on very reasonable grounds," said he.