It was merely my landlady's idea of her responsibility to me.' 'Yes, that may be.

On Saturday night a letter came from you, from Jersey.' 'Well?
Was that the kind of letter I could have written if I had been such a traitor to you ?' 'I don't know what the letter would have seemed to me if I had been able to judge it with my ordinary mind.

I couldn't: I was going through too much.

I believed it false.

On Monday I went to Southampton, and from there at night to Jersey; it was the earliest that I could get there.' 'You went to Jersey ?' 'I had no choice.