It was a pledge to Boyce, although the latter did not know it, of condonation.
Whatever stories Gedge might spread abroad, whatever proofs he might display, Sir Anthony could take no action.

But to carry on a semblance of friendship with the man responsible for his daughter's death--for the two of them, mind you, since Lady Fenimore would sooner or later learn everything--was, as I say, horribly impossible.
Let them go, then, on their nominal holiday, during which the air might clear.

Boyce might take his mother away from Wellingsford.

She would do far more than uproot herself from her home in order to gratify a wish of her adored and blinded son.

He would employ his time of darkness in learning to be brave, he had told me.