All the suspicions he had entertained grew darker as his suffering increased.
His meeting with Egremont at the end of Newport Street on the Wednesday night seemed to him beyond doubt condemnatory.

He remembered the young man's haste and obvious agitation.

Then Thyrza's words ceased to have weight; he thought them due to her desire to avert suspicion from her lover.

And now that he was at length face to face with the man whom in his lonely woe he had cursed as the falsest friend, his ear was keen to detect every note of treachery, his eyes read Egremont's countenance with preternatural keenness.

Walter could not sustain such proof; his agitation spoke against him.