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ve him, take his part against his family and return to him.
To go away and leave her now would be the cruelest act. Cruel to her and just as cruel to himself, fascinated and held by her as he was. Yet there was no other course open to him. So he told himself--so he tried to tell himself, knowing full well that the only course open to him as a man of honour was a full confession of the facts of the case.
To sneak away would be the act of a coward; to impose himself on her as Rochester, the act of a villain; to tell her the truth, the act of a man.
The result would be terrific, yet only by facing that result could he come clear out of this business. For half an hour he sat, scarcely moving. He was up against that most insuperable obstacle, his own character. Had he been a crook, everything would have been easy; being a fairly straight man, everything was impossible.
He had got to this bed-rock fact when the door opened and a servant made his appearance.
"Dinner is served, my Lord."
Dinner!
He rose up and came into the hall. Standing there for a moment, undecided, he heard a laugh and looked up. She was standing in evening dress looking over the balustrade of the first landing.
"Why, you are not dressed!" she said.
"I--I forgot," he answered.
Something fell at his feet, it was a rose. She had cast it to him and now she was coming down the stairway towards him, where he stood, the rose in his hand and distraction at his heart.
"It is perfectly disgraceful of you," said she, looking him up and down and taking the rose from him, "and there is no time to dress now; you usen't to be as careless as that," she put the rose in his coat. "I suppose it's from living alone for a fortnight with Venetia--what would a month have done!" She pressed the rose flat with her little palm.
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