He will pledge Mr.Templeton to silence, and the truth, madam, will never be disclosed.

That, I think, is all, madam." "By God, sir," cried Rotherby, "that's damned handsome of you!" "You epitomize it beautifully," said Mr.Caryll, with a reversion to his habitual manner.
His mother, however, had no words at all.

She advanced a step towards Mr.Caryll, put out her hands, and then--portent of portents!--two tears were seen to trickle down her cheeks, playing havoc, ploughing furrows in the paint that overlaid them.
Mr.Caryll stepped forward quickly.

The sight of those tears, springing from that dried-up heart--withered by God alone knew what blight--washing their way down those poor bedaubed cheeks, moved him to a keener pity than anything he had ever looked upon.

He took her hands, and pressed them a moment, giving way for once to an impulse he could not master.
She would have kissed his own in the abasement and gratitude of the moment.