He was in the hands of these men, these miscreants, these devils; he was completely at their mercy, and he already felt that they were as devoid of mercy as they were of justice.

A cold sweat broke out all over him, and he continued walking up and down the hall, ignorant as to where he was and what he was doing, almost thoughtless, stunned, as it were, by his misery and the conviction that he was a ruined man.

He had remained there an hour after Undy had left him, before he roused himself sufficiently to leave the hall and think of returning home.

It was then seven o'clock, and he remembered that he had asked his cousin to dine with him.

He got into a cab, therefore, and desired to be driven home.
What was he to do?
On one point he instantly made up his mind.