It wanted an hour of midnight by the time he reached his inn, and there was nothing left for him but to go to bed.
He went in the unshaken faith that he should leave Blanquais early on the morrow.

But early on the morrow it occurred to him that it would be simply grotesque to go off without taking leave of Mrs.Vivian and her daughter, and offering them some explanation of his intention.

He had given them to understand that, so delighted was he to find them there, he would remain at Blanquais at least as long as they.

He must have seemed to them wanting in civility, to spend a whole bright Sunday without apparently troubling his head about them, and if the unlucky fact of his being in love with the girl were a reason for doing his duty, it was at least not a reason for being rude.

He had not yet come to that--to accepting rudeness as an incident of virtue; it had always been his theory that virtue had the best manners in the world, and he flattered himself at any rate that he could guard his integrity without making himself ridiculous.