In any case, he must do this directly.

Sabine admitted, even to him, that she was his wife.

They could not together agree to leave Henry in ignorance, that would be deliberately deceiving, and would make them both feel too mean.

But while nothing was even tacitly confessed, there seemed some straw for his honor to grasp; he clutched at it knowing its flimsy nature.

He had given himself until the next day and now refused to look beyond that.