"I'll say it's all a lie.

I'll come here and apologize to you afore HER, and say I took you for somebody else.

I'll"-- "It's too late," said Twing moodily.
"And what'll you do ?" "Leave here." They had reached the door together.

To Mrs.Martin's terror, as the stranger passed out, Twing, instead of following him as she expected, said "Good-night," and gloomily re-entered the schoolroom.

Here he paused a moment, and then throwing himself on one of the benches, dropped his head upon a desk with his face buried in his hands--like a very schoolboy.
What passed through Mrs.Martin's mind I know not.