The thunder rolled over voiceless chambers; and the lights had been put out within the windows, on whose multitudinous small panes the lightning glared.

So the Doctor went home to Mrs.Torvey, whom he charmed into good-humoured curiosity by the tale of wonder he had to relate.
Sir Bale's qualms were symptomatic of something a little less sublime and more selfish than conscience.

He was not sorry that Philip Feltram was out of the way.

His lips might begin to babble inconveniently at any time, and why should not his mouth be stopped?
and what stopper so effectual as that plug of clay which fate had introduced?
But he did not want to be charged with the odium of the catastrophe.

Every man cares something for the opinion of his fellows.