For each of us is a living sermon to his fellows, and, it is to be feared, the majority are warnings.
Turner had dragged on his thick overcoat, not without Loo's assistance, and, with the collar turned up about his ears, he went out into the night, leaving the three persons whom he had found in the drawing-room standing in the hall looking at the door which he closed decisively behind him.

"Seize your happiness while you can," he had urged.

"If not--" and the decisive closing of a door on his departing heel said the rest.
The clocks struck ten.

It was not worth while going back to the drawing-room.

All Farlingford was abed in those days by nine o'clock.
Barebone took his coat and prepared to follow Turner.