"She's out of my way!" was his first thought.

"She's provided for, without any trouble to Me!" was his second.
He was not in the least uneasy about her.

Not the slightest doubt crossed his mind that, when once she had realized her own situation, when once she saw herself placed between the two alternatives of facing her own ruin or of claiming Arnold as a last resource, she would claim Arnold.

She would do it as a matter of course; because _he_ would have done it in her place.
But he wanted it over.

He was wild, as he paced round and round the walnut-tree, to hurry on the crisis and be done with it.