He determined that he _would_ tell her so at that auspicious moment.
But who shall presume to measure the abyss that lies between the Intention and the Execution?
Arnold's resolution to speak was as firmly settled as a resolution could be.

And what came of it?
Alas for human infirmity! Nothing came of it but silence.
"You don't look quite at your ease, Mr.Brinkworth," said Blanche.

"What has Sir Patrick been saying to you?
My uncle sharpens his wit on every body.

He has been sharpening it on _you ?"_ Arnold began to see his way.

At an immeasurable distance--but still he saw it.
"Sir Patrick is a terrible old man," he answered.