His manner was quiet, as that of one who had learned submission after long suffering.

But his eyes were clear and steady, and without sign of mental aberration.

He read Freeling's affidavit first, folded it in an absent kind of way, as if he were dreaming, reopened and read it through again.

Then Mr.Dinneford saw a strong shiver pass over him; he became pale and slightly convulsed.

His face sunk in his hands, and he sat for a while struggling with emotions that he found it almost impossible to hold back.
When he looked up, the wild struggle was over.
"It is too late," he said.
"No, George, it is never too late," replied Mr.Dinneford.