Sobs convulsed him; he writhed in an anguish of conflicting passions.

Waymark seemed scarcely to observe him, standing absorbed in speculation and the devising of a course to be pursued.
"I must go to the police-station," he said at length, when the violence of the paroxysm had passed and left Julian in the still exhaustion of despair.

"You, I think, had better stay here.

Is there any danger of her coming to seek you ?" Julian made a motion with his hand, otherwise lay still, his pale face turned upwards.
"I shall be back very quickly," Waymark added, taking his hat.

Then, turning back for a moment, "You mustn't give way like this, old fellow; this is horrible weakness.