He has gone up the coast." Then there was a silence.

They both paused, helping each other as if by pre-arrangement, and Victor Durnovo suddenly felt that he must go.

He rose, and picked up the whip which he had dropped on the matting.

There was no help for it--the united wills of these two people were too strong for him.
Jack Meredith passed out of the verandah with him, murmuring something about giving him a leg up.

While they were walking round the house, Victor Durnovo made one of those hideous mistakes which one remembers all through life with a sudden rush of warm shame and self-contempt.