There arose the less cause why he should be, perhaps, since Mr.Harley was sure of being popular with himself in spite of any conduct that could be his.

His ideals were not lofty, his moral senses not keen, and what original decent point the latter might have once possessed had long been dulled away.

True, Mr.Harley was shaken of an ague of fear; but his tremblings were born of the practical.

He was agitated by thoughts of what havoc, in his own and in Senator Hanway's affairs of politics and business, naming him formally as a forger would work.

Such a disaster would be tangible; he could appreciate, and, appreciating, shrink from it.
One thing to feather the wing of his apprehensions and set them soaring was his uncertainty concerning Storri.