And the grave penetrating glance that met his own so fixedly told Dare in that moment that Charles had guessed his business on the bridge.

Both men were glad of the returning darkness, and of the presence of Ralph.
"Come along with us," the latter was saying to Dare, explaining the errand on which they were bound; and Dare, stupefied with past emotion, and careless of what he did or where he went, agreed.
It was less trouble to agree than to find a reason for refusing.

He mechanically put on his hat, which he had unconsciously crushed together a few minutes before, in a dreadful dream from which even now he had not thoroughly awaked.

And, still walking like a man in a dream, he set off with the other two.
"There was suicide in his face," thought Charles, as he swung along beside his brother.

"He would have done it if we had not come up.