There were tears in his eyes.
Thus the two men waited until De Chauxville had recovered himself sufficiently to take his departure.

The air was full of naked human passions.

It was rather a grewsome scene.
At last the Frenchman stood slowly up, and with characteristic thought of appearances fingered his torn coat.
"Have you a cloak ?" asked Steinmetz.
"No." The German went to a cupboard in the wall and selected a long riding-cloak, which he handed to the Frenchman without a word.
Thus Claude de Chauxville walked to the door in a cloak which had figured at many a Charity League meeting.

Assuredly the irony of Fate is a keener thing than any poor humor we have at our command.

When evil is punished in this present life there is no staying of the hand.
Steinmetz followed De Chauxville through the long passage they had traversed a few minutes earlier and down the broad staircase.