He could not get over the disloyalty of it.
This man, who would not work at the usual hard tasks which society sets to its humbler members, had exercised his secret industry with an indefatigable devotion.

There was in Mr Verloc a fund of loyalty.

He had been loyal to his employers, to the cause of social stability,--and to his affections too--as became apparent when, after standing the tumbler in the sink, he turned about, saying: "If I hadn't thought of you I would have taken the bullying brute by the throat and rammed his head into the fireplace.

I'd have been more than a match for that pink-faced, smooth-shaved--" Mr Verloc, neglected to finish the sentence, as if there could be no doubt of the terminal word.

For the first time in his life he was taking that incurious woman into his confidence.