Look at the household now! Scattered, disunited--the very air of the place poisoned with mystery and suspicion! Do you remember that morning at the Shivering Sand, when we talked about my uncle Herncastle, and his birthday gift?
The Moonstone has served the Colonel's vengeance, Betteredge, by means which the Colonel himself never dreamt of!" With that he shook me by the hand, and went out to the pony chaise.
I followed him down the steps.

It was very miserable to see him leaving the old place, where he had spent the happiest years of his life, in this way.

Penelope (sadly upset by all that had happened in the house) came round crying, to bid him good-bye.

Mr.Franklin kissed her.

I waved my hand as much as to say, "You're heartily welcome, sir." Some of the other female servants appeared, peeping after him round the corner.
He was one of those men whom the women all like.