Not from Jane would support come in that event; she, poor child I would fall into miserable perplexity, in conflict between love and duty, and her life would be rained.
Of course a man might have said, 'What matter how things arrange themselves when Michael is past knowledge of them?
I will marry the woman I honestly desire, and together we will carry out this humanitarian project so long as it be possible.

When it ceases to be so, well--.' But Sidney could not take that view.

It shamed him beyond endurance to think that he must ever avoid Jane's look, because he had proved himself dishonest, and, what were worse, had tempted her to become so.
The conflict between desire and scruple made every day a weariness.
Instead of looking forward eagerly to the evening in the week which he spent with Michael and Jane, he dreaded its approach.

Scarcely had he met Jane's look since this trouble began; he knew that her voice when she spoke to him expressed consciousness of something new in their relations, and even whilst continuing to act his part he suffered ceaselessly.

Had Michael ever repeated to his granddaughter the confession which Sidney would now have given anything to recall?
It was more than possible.