It was impossible that he should have done so.

But even his more active dislike of the last few months gave way to pity for him now, and he felt almost ashamed at the thought that his own happiness was only to be built on the ruin of poor Dare's.
He made him swallow the contents of his flask, and as Dare choked and gasped himself back into the fuller possession of his faculties, and experienced the benign influences of whiskey, entertained at first unawares, his heart, always easily touched, warmed to the owner of the silver flask, and of the strong arm that was supporting him with an unwillingness he little dreamed of.

His momentary jealousy of Charles in the summer had long since been forgotten.

He felt towards him now, as Charles helped him up, and he proceeded slowly on his arm, as a friend and a brother.
Charles, entirely unconscious of the noble sentiments which he and his flask had inspired, looked narrowly at his companion, as they neared the turn for Atherstone, and said with some anxiety: "Where are you going to-night ?" Dare made no answer.

He had no idea where he was going.
Charles hesitated.