Then, furthermore, whether it were true or false, he knew that there was in his mind the doubt, and that doubt would remain with him, and it would prevent him from killing Le Maitre; it would even prevent him from abetting O'Shea, and he supposed that that abetting would be necessary.

Here was cause enough for dejection--that the whole miserable progress of events which he feared most should take place.

And why?
Because a woman held a glorious faith which might turn out to be delusion, and because he, a man, had not strength to believe for certain that it was a delusion.
It raised no flicker of renewed hope in Caius to meet O'Shea at the turn of the shore where the boats of the seal fishery were drawn up.

O'Shea had a brisk look of energy that made it evident that he was still bent upon accomplishing his design.

He stopped in front of the lady's horse, and said something to her which Caius did not hear.
"Have ye arranged that little picnic over to Prince Edward's," he called to Caius.
Caius looked at Josephine.