Geoffreyhadrouseditatlast。
“Whenyoucometoyoursenses，“hesaid，“I’llrememberoldtimes——andreceiveyourapology。Tillyou_do_cometoyoursenses，goyourwaybyyourself。Ihavenomoretosaytoyou。“
Geoffreysethisteeth，andcameonestepnearer。Arnold’seyesmethis，withalookwhichsteadilyandfirmlychallengedhim——thoughhewasthestrongermanofthetwo——toforcethequarrelastepfurther，ifhedared。TheonehumanvirtuewhichGeoffreyrespectedandunderstoodwasthevirtueofcourage。Andthereitwasbeforehim——theundeniablecourageoftheweakerman。Thecallousscoundrelwastouchedontheonetenderplaceinhiswholebeing。Heturned，andwentonhiswayinsilence。
Leftbyhimself，Arnold’sheaddroppedonhisbreast。Thefriendwhohadsavedhislife——theonefriendhepossessed，whowasassociatedwithhisearliestandhappiestremembrancesofolddays——hadgrosslyinsultedhim：andhadlefthimdeliberately，withouttheslightestexpressionofregret。Arnold’saffectionatenature——simple，loyal，clingingwhereitoncefastened——waswoundedtothequick。Geoffrey’sfast-retreatingfigure，intheopenviewbeforehim，becameblurredandindistinct。Heputhishandoverhiseyes，andhid，withaboyishshame，thehottearsthattoldoftheheartache，andthathonoredthemanwhoshedthem。
Hewasstillstrugglingwiththeemotionwhichhadoverpoweredhim，whensomethinghappenedattheplacewheretheroadsmet。