It went not with a nature such as his.
He thought of Everard, afire with the idea of vengence and to such an extent that he had succeeded in infecting Justin himself with a spark of it.

He thought of him with pity almost; pity that a man should obsess his life by such a phantasm as this same vengeance must have been to him.

Was it worth while?
Was anything worth while, he wondered.
Lord Rotherby approached the table, and took up the garments upon which Mr.Green had finished.

He turned them over and supplemented Mr.Green's search.
"Ye're welcome to all that ye can find," sneered Mr.Green, and turned to Mr.Caryll.

"Let us have your shoes, sir." Mr.Caryll removed his shoes, in silence, and Mr.Green proceeded to examine them in a manner that provoked Mr.Caryll's profound admiration.
He separated the lining from the Spanish leather, and probed slowly and carefully in the space between.