It took some courage to face the associations of dreadful memories unflinchingly, for his mother's sake.
Should he learn, however, that the Fenimores had an inkling of the truth, he would recognise his presence in the place to be an outrage.
And such inkling--who would give it him?
Perhaps I, myself.

The Boyces would go--the Fenimores could return.

Anything, anything rather than that the Fenimores and the Boyces should continue to dwell in the same little town.
And there was Betty--with all the inexplicable feminine whirring inside her--socially reconciled with Boyce.

Where the deuce was this reconciliation going to lead?
I have told you how my lunatic love for Betty had stood revealed to me.

Had she chosen to love and marry any ordinary gallant gentleman, God knows I should not have had a word to say.