In the night he considered; in the morning he told all.

I wondered that he went to Vandon; but he did it not for me.

It was for her sake." Dare's feelings were touched to the quick.
How beautiful! how pathetic was this _denouement_! His former admiration for Charles was increased a thousand-fold.

_He also loved!_ Ah! (Dare felt he was becoming agitated.) How sublime, how touching was his self-sacrifice in the cause of honor! He had been gradually working himself up to the highest pitch of pleasurable excitement and emotion; and now, seeing Ralph the prosaic approaching, he fled precipitately into the house, caught up his hat and stick, hardly glancing at himself in the hall-glass, and, entirely forgetting his promise to Charles to remain at Atherstone till the latter returned from Vandon, followed the impulse of the moment, and struck across the fields in the direction of Slumberleigh.
Charles, meanwhile, drove on to Vandon.

The stable clock, still partially paralyzed from long disuse, was laboriously striking eleven as he drew up before the door.