He would run no such risk.

He felt that he could not sacrifice his sense of right and wrong, could not allow himself to be dragged into the moral chaos in which, it seemed to him now, Miss Goold lived.

He was unconscious of any Divine leading, or even of any direct reliance on the obligations of honour.

He could not himself have told why he clung with such desperate terror to his plan of escaping from his surroundings.

Simply he could not do certain things or associate as a friend with people who did them.