I don't see what else he could do.

And I don't blame him because he didn't go home if he didn't feel like it." "Didn't he go away from here before nine o'clock ?" demanded Deborah, addressing Charlotte at last.
"Yes, he did, some time before nine; he had plenty of time to go home if he wanted to." "Where was he, then, I'd like to know ?" "I don't know, and I wouldn't lift my finger to find out.

I am not afraid he was anywhere he hadn't ought to be, nor doin' anything he hadn't ought to." "Didn't you stand out in the road and call him back, and he wouldn't come, nor even turn his head to look at you ?" asked Deborah.
"Yes, I did," returned Charlotte, unflinchingly.

"And I don't blame him for not coming back and not turning his head.

I wouldn't if I'd been in his place." "You'll have to uphold him a long time, then; I can tell you that," said Deborah.