In Humphrey's eyes there was an unwonted moisture; but Charles's face was set and stern, and his lips twitched with the excess of restrained emotion.

His eyes were fixed upon the mound which hid from his view the corpses of wife and children.

Suddenly he lifted his clinched hand towards heaven.
"Strengthen, O Lord, this right hand of mine, that it may be strong against the nation whose crimes bring desolation upon Thy children.
Be with us in the hour of vengeance and victory.

Help us to render unto them even as they have rendered to us." Julian and Fritz had withdrawn themselves a little, respecting the inevitable emotion which must come to men at such a moment.
Humphrey turned away, and took a few uncertain steps, half blinded by the unwonted smart of tears in his eyes.

He had come almost to hate this place of terrible associations; and yet it wrung his heart for a moment to leave those nameless graves, and that little lonely spot where so many peaceful and happy hours had been spent.
Julian's hand was on his arm, and his voice spoke in his ear.
"I know what it feels like; I have been through it.