Whereupon Mr Harding raised his, and bowed, and turned round as though he were about to speak.

Crosbie felt that he had never seen a face on which traits of human kindness were more plainly written.

But the old man did not speak.

He turned his body half round, and then shambled back, as though ashamed of his intention, and passed on.
"He is of that sort that they make the angels of," said the verger.
"But they can't make many if they want them all as good as he is.
I'm much obliged to you, sir." And he pocketed the half-crown which Crosbie gave him.
"So that's Lady Dumbello's grandfather," said Crosbie, to himself, as he walked slowly round the close towards the hospital, by the path which the verger had shown him.

He had no great love for Lady Dumbello, who had dared to snub him--even him.