'Do you yield to that ?' he said within himself as he looked from face to face.

'Are your ears hopelessly sealed, your minds immutably earthen ?' Grail--Oh yes, Grail had the right intelligence in his eyes; but Ackroyd, but Bunce?
Ackroyd thought of the meaning of the words; no more.

Poor Bunce had darkling throes of mind, but struggled with desperate nervousness and could not be at ease till the straightforward talk began again.

And Bower ?--Nay, there goes more to this matter than mere enthusiasm in a teacher.

Who had instructed Gilbert Grail to discern the grace of the written word?
On the other hand, it was doubtful whether Walter Egremont, left to himself in the home of his good plain father, would have felt what now he did.