But at this point the vicar's continuity forsook him.

He had not the heart to tell the tale of his interview with Mr.
Juxon to the unhappy lady he had left that morning.

It was extremely improbable, he thought, that she should be able to communicate with her husband during the day, and the squire's language led him to think that the day would not pass without some attempt to discover Walter Goddard's hiding-place.

Besides, the vicar's mind was altogether more disturbed than it had been in thirty years, and he was no longer able to account to himself with absolute accuracy for what he did.

At all events, he felt that it was better not to tell Mrs.Goddard what the squire had said.
When he was gone, Mr.Juxon paced his library alone in the greatest uncertainty.