He would have nothing more to lose then, and he would speak the truth.

And if he did return to Sambir, disturbing thereby Lakamba's peace of mind, what then?
He came to look after his property.

Did he not pour a stream of silver into Mrs.Almayer's greedy lap?
He had paid, for the girl, a price worthy of a great prince, although unworthy of that delightfully maddening creature for whom his untamed soul longed in an intensity of desire far more tormenting than the sharpest pain.

He wanted his happiness.

He had the right to be in Sambir.
He rose, and, approaching the table, leaned both his elbows on it; Lakamba responsively edged his seat a little closer, while Babalatchi scrambled to his feet and thrust his inquisitive head between his master's and Dain's.