In the town he seemed continually uneasy and on his guard, as though he were afraid someone would be rude to him, and still more to her.

At home in the country, knowing himself distinctly to be in his right place, he was never in haste to be off elsewhere.

He was never unoccupied.

Here in town he was in a continual hurry, as though afraid of missing something, and yet he had nothing to do.