'I shall see Bunce to-night, and go away to-morrow.

You must let me have my way in this.' And he desired to remain for a weightier reason than the apparent one.
It was this morning, Wednesday, that Thyrza would expect to find him at the library.

She must be disappointed, and he would prove to himself that he was yet strong enough to resist, that he had not so lost self-control that his only safety lay in flight.
The strength was that of a man who combats desperately with some ailment which threatens his life.

'Am I then of those who have no will power?
Will is that whereby men raise themselves above the multitude; let me give proofs now that my claims are not those of a charlatan.' He passed six hours in his room.
Thyrza would go to the library at eleven, or a little after.

She was there now.