"I could never have faced you otherwise."
"You have only got yourself and everybody into a hopeless hole. Making
vows like a romantic girl, which depend on your own state of mind for
their meaning," said Guy, angrily. "The fiend was handy then, I should
say;" and he laughed in an odd, fierce fashion.
"I know what I meant," said Godfrey; "but, of course, I've given you the
right to say what you please to me."
"No," said Guy, after a moment's silence. "Don't be angry. I'm
disappointed, and there's more in it than I can tell you now. But--
shake hands. There's only us two in the world. Of course I knew you
wouldn't wrong me of a halfpenny. And I'll take good care no one thinks
you have."
Godfrey shook the offered hand, in a formal, schoolboy fashion. He had
nothing more to say. His feelings were too strong to be articulate, and
he was, moreover, desperately afraid of making Guy faint.
So that he was not sorry when Cuthbert came back and turned him out. He
had made his confession, but nothing in those dreary days seemed real to
him, not even himself.