Please have a little patience with me, for I've come out of hell!" Hawksley turned aside his head.
"Buck up," said Cutty, his blazing wrath dropping to a smoulder.

"I'll fetch those togs." What had the boy done to fill him with such tragic bitterness?
Was he Two-Hawks?
Cutty dismissed this doubt instantly.

He recalled the episode of the boy's conduct when confronted by the photograph of his mother.
No human being could be a play actor in such a moment.

The boy's emotion had been deep and real.

Cutty recognized the fact that he had become as a block in the middle of a Chinese puzzle; only Fate could move him to his appointed place.
But offer marriage to Kitty so that he could provide for her! Mechanically he rummaged his clothes press for the suit he was to take to Hawksley.