Book 2, Chapter 7

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​⁠Next morning when I saw Sir S. I felt confused and vaguely ashamed, as if something had happened. But, of course, nothing had happened, nothing at all. I kept on reminding myself of that until I was at ease again. And his manner helped me to realize how silly I was, for almost he seemed to go out of his way to put on the commonplace air I had disliked. It was as if he wrapped himself up in a big,