Ambrose Mallard was far enough from his fatal lady now--farther than the Poles asunder.

Ambrose, if the clergy will allow him, has found his peace..
But the road and the means he chose were a madman's.
The blotting of our character, to close our troubles, is the final proof of our being 'sons of vapour,' according to Gower Woodseer's heartless term for poor Ambrose and the lot.

They have their souls; and above philosophy, 'natural' or unnatural, they may find a shelter.

They can show in their desperation that they are made of blood, as philosophers rather fail of doing.

An insignificant brainless creature like Feltre had wits, by the aid of his religion, to help or be charitable to his fellows, particularly the sinners, in the crisis of life, surpassing any philosopher's.
Information of her ladyship's having inspected the apartments, to see to the minutest of his customary luxuries, cut at him all round.