Yorke, who would have given anything to let him have an opportunity of denying or explaining the charge, was at his wits' end how to get at him.

Dangle, on the contrary, who was chiefly interested in the penalties in store for the thief, was equally at a loss how to bring him to bay.
He would see no one.

He shut himself in his study and fastened the door.

In class and Hall he was practically deaf and dumb; and in his solitary walks by the river it was as much as any one's comfort for the whole term was worth to accost him.
By one of those strange coincidences which often bring the most unlikely persons into sympathy, Yorke and Dangle each decided to write what they hesitated to say.
Yorke had endless difficulty over his letter.

He could not bring himself to believe Rollitt a thief, yet he could not deny that suspicions existed.