He remembered with displeasure now the assumption of the postmistress that he would be glad to carry this parcel.
He delivered the pound of pins at the door without making a call.

His mind had never come to any decision with regard to his feeling for Miss Torrance, and now he was more undecided than ever.

He was full of curiosity about the pins.

He found it hard to believe that they were to be used for a base purpose, but suspicion had entered his mind.

The knowledge that the eyes of the little public were upon him made him realise that he could not continue to frequent the house merely to satisfy his curiosity.
He was destined to know more.
That night, long after dark, he was called to visit a dying man, and the messenger led him somewhat out of the town.
He performed his duty to the dying with wistful eagerness.