There he sat with bowed head, his face in his hands.
One by one the men rose to their feet and, with a nod or silent pressure of St.George's palm, moved toward the door.

When they spoke to each other it was in whispers: to Todd, who brought their hats and canes; to Harry, whom, unconsciously, they substituted for host; shaking his hand, muttering some word of sympathy for St.George.

No--they would find their way, better not disturb his uncle, etc.

They would see him in the morning, etc., and thus the group passed out in a body and left the house.
Temple himself was profoundly moved.

The utter helplessness of the man; his abject and complete surrender to the demon which possessed him--all this appalled him.