"I am sorry," he began and stopped, fingering his hat-brim nervously.

Suddenly he laid his hat back, and drew up his form into as near a semblance of dignity as its portliness would allow.
"Mr.Blake," said he, "I have too much respect for the man I believed you to be when I entered this house to-night, to go with the thing unsaid which is lying at present like a dead weight upon my lips.

I dare not leave you to the consequence of my silence; for duty will compel me to speak some day and in some presence where you may not have the opportunity which you can have here, to explain yourself with satisfaction.

Mr.Blake I cannot believe you when you say the girl who lived in this house was a stranger to you." Mr.Blake drew his proud form up in a disdain that was only held in check by the very evident honesty of the man before him.

"You are courageous at least," said he.