
    »It can't be explained away. He pretended to believe what he did not and
could not believe.«
    »With interested motives, then?«
    »Yes. - But not motives in themselves dishonourable.«
    There was a pause. Sidwell had spoken in a steady voice, though with eyes
cast down. Whether her father could understand a position such as Godwin's, she
felt uncertain. That he, would honestly endeavour to do so, there could be no
doubt, especially since he must suspect that her own desire was to distinguish
between the man and his fault. But a revelation of all that had passed between
her and Peak was not possible; she had the support neither of intellect nor of
passion; it would be asking for guidance, the very thing she had determined not
to do. Already she found it difficult to recover the impulses which had directed
her in that scene of parting; to talk of it would be to see her action in such a
doubtful light that she might be led to some premature and irretrievable
resolve. The only trustworthy counsellor was time; on what time brought forth
must depend her future.
    »Do you mean, Sidwell,« resumed her father, »that you think it possible for
us to overlook this deception?«
    She delayed a moment, then said:
    »I don't think it possible for you to regard him as a friend.«
    Martin's face expressed relief.
    »But will he remain in Exeter?«
    »I shouldn't think he can.«
    Again a pause. Martin was of course puzzled exceedingly, but he began to
feel some assurance that Peak need not be regarded as a danger.
    »I am grieved beyond expression,« he said at length. »So deliberate a fraud
- it seems to me inconsistent with any of the qualities I thought I saw in him.«
    »Yes - it must.«
    »Not - perhaps - to you?« Martin ventured, anxiously.
    »His nature is not base.«
    »Forgive me, dear. - I understand that you spoke with him after Buckland's
call at his lodgings -?«
    »Yes, I saw him.«
    »And - he strove to persuade you that he had some motive which justified his
conduct?«
    »Excused, rather than justified.«
    »Not - it seems - to your satisfaction?«
    »I can't answer that question, father. My experience of life is too slight.
I can only say that untruthfulness in itself is abhorrent to me, and that I
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