He had certainly given Morewood one false impression, or rather, perhaps Morewood had drawn one false though natural inference for himself.

He thought of Stafford, and his letter passed on the same view to Eugene, as of a man suffering tortures that passed enduring.

Perhaps at the moment of their interview such was the case: the dramatic picture Stafford had drawn had for the moment terrified afresh the man who drew it.

His normal state of mind, however, at this time was not unhappy.

He was wretched now and then by effort; he was tortured by the sense of sin when he remembered to be.