He knew everyone hated him--everyone except, perhaps, Heathcote.

And Heathcote was drifting from him, too.

Should he appeal to Winter?
He dared not.
Should he let himself be expelled from the monitorship?
If he could have counted on any one who would feel an atom of regret at the step, he might have faced it.

But there was no one.

Should he resign?
and so relieve the monitors of their difficulty, and own himself beaten?
There was nothing else to do.