Carinthia watched his jaws at their work of eating under his victim's eye-knowing Chillon to be no longer an officer in the English service; knowing that her beloved had sold out for the mere money to pay debts and support his Henrietta; knowing, as he must know, that Chillon's act struck a knife to pierce his mother's breast through her coffin-boards! This old man could eat, and he could withhold the means due to his dead sister's son.

Could he look on Chillon and not feel that the mother's heart was beating in her son's fortunes?
Half the money due to Chillon would have saved him from ruin.
Lord Levellier laid his fork on the plate.

He munched his grievance with his bit of meat.

The nephew and niece here present feeding on him were not so considerate as the Welsh gentleman, a total stranger, who had walked up to Lekkatts with the Countess of Fleetwood, and expressed the preference to feed at an inn.

Relatives are cormorants.
His fork on his plate released the couple.