Fentress' countenance was like stone, as expressionless and as rigid.
By the door stood Mahaffy with Yancy and Cavendish; they understood that what was obscure and meaningless to them held a tragic significance to these two men.

The judge's heavy face, ordinarily battered and debauched, but infinitely good-natured, bore now the markings of deep passion, and the voice that rumbled forth from his capacious chest came to their ears like distant thunder.
"This friend of Gatewood's had a wife--" The judge's voice broke, emotion shook him like a leaf, he was tearing open his wounds.

He reached over and poured himself a drink, sucking it down with greedy lips.

"There was a wife--" he whirled about on his heel and faced Fentress again.

"There was a wife, Fentress--" he fixed Fentress with his blazing eyes.
"A wife and child.