When we got to the foot of the stairs, I asked Herbert whether he had preserved the name of Provis.

He replied, certainly not, and that the lodger was Mr.Campbell.
He also explained that the utmost known of Mr.Campbell there was, that he (Herbert) had Mr.Campbell consigned to him, and felt a strong personal interest in his being well cared for, and living a secluded life.

So, when we went into the parlor where Mrs.Whimple and Clara were seated at work, I said nothing of my own interest in Mr.Campbell, but kept it to myself.
When I had taken leave of the pretty, gentle, dark-eyed girl, and of the motherly woman who had not outlived her honest sympathy with a little affair of true love, I felt as if the Old Green Copper Ropewalk had grown quite a different place.

Old Barley might be as old as the hills, and might swear like a whole field of troopers, but there were redeeming youth and trust and hope enough in Chinks's Basin to fill it to overflowing.

And then I thought of Estella, and of our parting, and went home very sadly.
All things were as quiet in the Temple as ever I had seen them.