For this was real! Every one was in earnest! Again he thought of Maggie.

What would she think, what would be her attitude, if she knew the truth about him ?--the truth about those she had gone with and the life she had gone into?
Would she be inclined toward HIM, would she help him ?...
Again he thought of what he should do.

Now that he commanded a composure which had not been his during the stress of his flight, he examined every aspect with greater care.

But the conclusions of composure were the same as those of excitement.

He could not gain entrance to one of the great hotels and remain in his room, unidentified among its thousands of strangers; he could not find asylum in one of his old haunts; he dared not try to leave Manhattan.