He knew that money would not suffice.
He need not return to Ireland unless he pleased.

He could send over some agent to arrange his affairs, and allow the two women to break their hearts in their solitude upon the cliffs.

Were he to do so he did not believe that they would follow him.

They would write doubtless, but personally he might, probably, be quit of them in this fashion.

But in this there would be a cowardice and a meanness which would make it impossible that he should ever again respect himself.
And thus he again entered Scroope, the lord and owner of all that he saw around him,--with by no means a happy heart or a light bosom..