It was not enough to hear Harry Feversham's story.

There still remained the question, what was Harry Feversham, disgraced and ruined, now to do?
How was he to re-create his life?
How was the secret of his disgrace to be most easily concealed?
"You cannot stay in London, hiding by day, slinking about by night," he said with a shiver.

"That's too like--" and he checked himself.
Feversham, however, completed the sentence.
"That's too like Wilmington," said he, quietly, recalling the story which his father had told so many years ago, and which he had never forgotten, even for a single day.

"But Wilmington's end will not be mine.

Of that I can assure you.