"I believe I have stated the matter just as you outlined it to us ?" "Ye--yes," breathed Mrs.De Peyster.
"There is no detail you would like to add ?" "N--none," breathed Mrs.De Peyster.
"Then, gentlemen," said Mr.Pyecroft, turning to the reporters, "since you have all the facts, and since Mrs.De Peyster is in a state bordering on collapse, we would take it as a favor if--" "No need to dismiss us," put in Mr.Mayfair.

"We're in a bigger hurry to leave than you are to have us go.

God, boys," he ejaculated to his fellows, "what a peach of a story!" In a twinkling Mr.Mayfair and his fellows of the press had vanished, each in the direction of a telephone over which he could hurry this super-sensation into his office.
Within the room, all were staring at Mr.Pyecroft, as though in each a whirling chaos were striving to shape itself into speech.

But before they could become articulate, that sober young gentleman had stepped from out of their midst and, his back to them, was discreetly engrossing himself in the examination of the first object that came to his hands: which chanced to be something lying on top of the exquisite safe--a slender platinum chain with a pendant pearl.
With him gone, all eyes fixed themselves upon Mrs.De Peyster, and there was a profound and motionless silence in the room, save at first for some very sincere and vigorous snuffling into the handkerchiefs of Olivetta and Matilda.

As for Mrs.De Peyster, she sat below the awesome, imperturbable Mrs.De Peyster of the portrait, and oh, what a change was there in the one beneath!--huddled, shaking, not a duchess-like line to her person, her face dropped forward in her hands.
"Mother--" Jack breathed at length.
"Caroline!" breathed Judge Harvey.