Which is it?
Were you lying then or are you lying now ?" No! the thought of such a scene was not to be borne.
He had sat down appalled, thinking: "What shall I do now ?" His courage had oozed out of him.

Speaking the truth meant the Moorsoms going away at once--while it seemed to him that he would give the last shred of his rectitude to secure a day more of her company.

He sat on--silent.

Slowly, from confused sensations, from his talk with the professor, the manner of the girl herself, the intoxicating familiarity of her sudden hand-clasp, there had come to him a half glimmer of hope.
The other man was dead.

Then!.