"God reward you for showing this mercy to an old woman--who does not deserve so much." "Fare you well, madam," he said again, bowing gravely.

"And fare you well, Lord Ostermore," he added to her son.
His brother looked at him a moment; seemed on the point of speaking, and then--taking his cue, no doubt, from his mother's attitude--he held out his hand.
Mr.Caryll took it, shook it, and let it go.

After all, he bethought him, the man was his brother.

And if his bearing was not altogether cordial, it was, at least, a clement imitation of cordiality.
He closed the door upon them, and sighed supreme relief.

He turned to face Hortensia, and a smile broke like sunshine upon his face, and dispelled the serious gloom of his expression.