There had been in his past, as in every man's, actions, recognized by him as bad, for which his conscience ought to have tormented him; but the memory of these evil actions was far from causing him so much suffering as those trivial but humiliating reminiscences.

These wounds never healed.

And with these memories was now ranged his rejection and the pitiful position in which he must have appeared to others that evening.

But time and work did their part.

Bitter memories were more and more covered up by the incidents--paltry in his eyes, but really important--of his country life.