occasioned by the sadness of the man's thoughts in reference to
his wife, but Stanbury attributed it to another cause. 'He need
not be afraid of me,' he said to himself, 'and at least he should
not show me that he is.' Then they parted, Trevelyan going into
Twining's bank, and Stanbury passing on towards the office of the
Daily R.

Stanbury had in truth been altogether mistaken as to the state
of his friend's mind on that morning. Trevelyan, although he had,
according to his custom, put in a word in condemnation of the
newspaper line of life, was at the moment thinking whether he would
not tell all his trouble to Hugh Stanbury. He knew that he should
not find anywhere, not even in Mr Bideawhile, a more friendly or more
trustworthy listener. When Nora Rowley's name had been mentioned,
he had not thought of her. He had simply repeated the name with
the usual answer. He was at the moment cautioning himself against
a confidence which after all might not be necessary, and which on
this occasion was not made. When one is in trouble it is a great
ease to tell one's trouble to a friend; but then one should always
wash one's dirty linen at home. The latter consideration prevailed,
and Trevelyan allowed his friend to go on without burdening him
with the story of that domestic quarrel. Nor did he on that occasion
tell it to Mr Bideawhile; for Mr Bideawhile was not found at his
chambers.




CHAPTER V