At that moment I loathed both my uncle and the lawyer for their coldblooded cruelty.
Leaning over the banisters, I was but in time to hear his hasty footsteps in that hall that had been crowded with servants to honour his coming, and was now left empty against his friendless departure.

A moment later, and the echoes rang, and the air whistled in my ears, as he slammed the door on his departing footsteps.

The fury of the concussion gave me (had one been still wanted) a measure of the turmoil of his passions.

In a sense, I felt with him; I felt how he would have gloried to slam that door on my uncle, the lawyer, myself, and the whole crowd of those who had been witnesses to his humiliation..