Then saying, "I clean disremembered I'd got to see a man.
So long, till to-morrow," he disappeared whistling softly.
The old woodland hush fell back upon the school.

It seemed very quiet and empty.

A faint sense of remorse stole over the master.

Yet he remembered that Uncle Ben had accepted without reproach and as a good joke much more direct accusations from Rupert Filgee, and that he himself had acted from a conscientious sense of duty towards the man.
But a conscientious sense of duty to inflict pain upon a fellow-mortal for his own good does not always bring perfect serenity to the inflicter--possibly because, in the defective machinery of human compensation, pain is the only quality that is apt to appear in the illustration.

Mr.Ford felt uncomfortable, and being so, was naturally vexed at the innocent cause.