Naturally you would find it intolerable to linger here.' 'I must return to London ?' 'Under any other circumstances I should be the last to wish it, but I suppose it is better that you should.' He was prepared for the advice, but unreason strove in him desperately against the facts of the situation.

It was this impotent quarrel with necessity which robbed him of his natural initiative and made Mrs.
Baxendale wonder at his unexpected feebleness.

To him it seemed something to stand his ground even for a few minutes.

He could have eased himself with angry speech.

Remember that he had not slept, and that his mind was sore with the adversary's blows.
'I understand your reluctance,' Mrs.Baxendale pursued.