I could endure the one, and in my extremity was even glad of it.

But the sealed lips of everyone that met me were like so many daggers.
At last I was really ill--or at any rate I was so reduced that unless relief came soon I must either capitulate or run away.
Even yet I found it hard to contemplate the former alternative.

I met Harrison one morning in the passage.

I suppose I must have looked specially miserable, for, contrary to his usual practice now, instead of looking away, he slackened speed as he came up and looked at me.

Now was my time surely.