The mere act of telling it would make it seem trivial; the temptation would vanish, as the charm of fond words vanishes when one repeats them to the indifferent.

In every way it would help him to tell Irwine.

He would ride to Broxton Rectory the first thing after breakfast to-morrow.
Arthur had no sooner come to this determination than he began to think which of the paths would lead him home, and made as short a walk thither as he could.

He felt sure he should sleep now: he had had enough to tire him, and there was no more need for him to think..