All he had to do was to go.
The thing was dishonest, clearly enough, but it was not his action.

His original report would always be proof of his own integrity, and on his return he could sever his connection with the firm on some other pretext.
On the other hand, to break his connection with Honaton & Benson, to force the suppression of the report unless given in full, to give up his trip, to confess that immediate marriage was impossible, that he himself was out of a job, that the whole basis of his good fortune was a fraud that he had been too stupid to discover--all this seemed to him more than man could be asked to do.
But that was what he decided must be done.

From the printer's he telephoned to the Farrons, but found that Miss Severance was out.

He knew she must have already started for their appointment in the City Hall Park.

He had made up his mind, and yet when he saw her, so confident of the next step, waiting for him, he very nearly yielded to a sudden temptation to make her his wife, to be sure of that, whatever else might have to be altered.
He had known she wouldn't reproach him, but he was deeply grateful to her for being so unaware that there was any grounds for reproach.