But, after all, what had he done of which he was ashamed?
What was his guilt?
Had he felt any emotion that it was not natural to feel?
Had he done anything wrong?
Again he did not know.

He sat with head bowed, and felt in dull misery that O'Shea was a better man than he--more useful and brave, and not more guilty.
He opened his letters, and found that in his absence no worse mishap had occurred at home than that his father had been laid up some time with a bad leg, and that both father and mother had allowed themselves to worry and fret lest ill should have befallen their son.
Caius embarked on the little steamship that afternoon, and the next noon found him at home.
The person who met him on the threshold of his father's house was Jim Hogan.

Jim grinned.
"Since you've taken to charities abroad," he said, "I thought I'd begin at home." Jim's method of beginning at home was not in the literal sense of the proverb.

It turned out that he had been neighbouring to some purpose.
Old Simpson could not move himself about indoors or attend to his work without, and Jim, who had not before this attached himself by regular employment, had by some freak of good-nature given his services day by day until Caius should return, and had become an indispensable member of the household.
"He's not a very respectable young man," said the mother apologetically to her son, while she was still wiping her tears of joy; "but it's just wonderful what patience he's had in his own larky way with your father, when, though I say it who shouldn't, your father's been as difficult to manage as a crying baby, and Jim, he just makes his jokes when anyone else would have been affronted, and there's father laughing in spite of himself sometimes.

So I don't know how it is, but we've just had him to stop on, for he's took to the farm wonderful." An hour after, when alone with his father, Simpson said to him: "Your mother, you know, was timorous at night when I couldn't help myself; and then she'd begin crying, as women will, saying as she knew you were dead, and that, any way, it was lonesome without you.