I had not suspected in advance that her comfortable face would pull me up, and I somehow measured the importance of what I had seen by my thus finding myself hesitate to mention it. My second was a violent perception of the mistake of my first: the man who met my eyes was not the person I had precipitately supposed. Grose took it as she might have taken a blow in the stomach. Why? He turned seaward from the road at Dollymount and as he passed on to the thin wooden bridge he felt the planks shaking with the tramp of heavily shod feet.