The views with which I should return to my own house, it would therefore be necessary to conceal.

Yet some pretext must be invented.

I had never been initiated into the trade of lying.

Yet what but falshood was a deliberate suppression of the truth?
To deceive by silence or by words is the same.
Yet what would a lie avail me?
What pretext would justify this change in my plan?
Would it not tend to confirm the imputations of Pleyel?
That I should voluntarily return to an house in which honor and life had so lately been endangered, could be explained in no way favorable to my integrity.
These reflections, if they did not change, at least suspended my decision.

In this state of uncertainty I alighted at the HUT.