He had no more power over her will than any stranger.

She might bid him do his worst--and so vanish with her chosen companion utterly beyond his reach.
Again he thought of the Court-house.

For it was too certain that the sight of him would inspire her only with horror.

Should he not hold her up to infamy?
If _he_ did not, another would; Marks was plainly to be trusted; this day was the last of Mrs.Quarrier's grandeur.
And to remember that was to pause.

Could he afford to throw away a great opportunity for the sake of malicious satisfaction?
She walked on, and he followed, keeping thirty or forty paces behind her.