So that on the whole perhaps I acted aright in keeping that infamous tale to myself as long as ever it was possible.
But now ere ever I spoke of him--which I was always loath to do--Mrs.
Hockin told me that he very seldom came to see them now, and when he did come he seemed to be uneasy and rather strange in his manners.

I thought to myself that the cause of this was clear.

Sir Montague, knowing that I went to Castlewood, was pricked in his conscience, and afraid of having his vile behavior to my cousin disclosed.

However, that idea of mine was wrong, and a faulty conception of simple youth.

The wicked forgive themselves so quickly, if even they find any need of it, that every body else is supposed to do the same.