The idea of approaching Benjulia became repellent to him.

What he might afterwards think of himself--what his mother and Carmina might think of him--if he returned without having entered the doctors' house, were considerations which had no influence over his mind, in its present mood.

The impulse of the moment was the one power that swayed him.

He put the latch back in the socket.

"I won't go in," he said to himself.
It was too late.