It was as though the corner of a curtain had been raised, giving him a glimpse of all the vile greed, the base machination, hovering about this fortune that Jane was to inherit.

Of Scawthorne he knew nothing, but his recollection of the Peckovers was vivid enough to suggest what part Mrs.Joseph Snowdon was playing in the present intrigues, and he felt convinced that in the background were other beasts of prey, watching with keen, envious eyes.
The sudden revelation was a shock from which he would not soon recover; he seemed to himself to be in a degree contaminated; he questioned his most secret thoughts again and again, recognizing with torment the fears which had already bidden him draw back; he desired to purify himself by some unmistakable action.
That which happened he had anticipated.

On receipt of the letter Michael came to see him; he found the old man waiting in front of the house when he returned to Red Lion Street after his work.

The conversation that followed was a severe test of Sidney's resolve.

Had Michael disclosed the fact of his private understanding with Jane, Sidney would probably have yielded; but the old man gave no hint of what he had done--partly because he found it difficult to make the admission, partly in consequence of an indecision in his own mind with regard to the very point at issue.