And he was right in this.

Before his overwhelming sense of loss, Mr.Caryll had few thoughts to bestow upon the manner in which that loss had been sustained.

Moreover, if he had a quarrel with any one on that account, it was with the government whose representative had issued the warrant for Sir Richard's arrest, and no more with the wretched tipstaff who had fired the pistol than with the pistol itself.

Both alike were but instruments, of slightly different degrees of insensibility.
For twenty-four hours Mr.Caryll's grief was overwhelming in its poignancy.

His sense of solitude was awful.