Inwardly one of them was full of riot and jubilant uproar: as if the solemn fields of law were suddenly to be invaded and possessed by troops of Bacchanals: and to preserve a decently wretched physiognomy over it, and keep on terms with his companion, he had to grimace like a melancholy clown in a pantomime.
Mr.Thompson brushed back his hair.

The baronet was still expectant.

Mr.
Thompson sighed deeply, and emptied his glass.

He combated the change that had come over him.

He tried not to see Ruby.