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 could never try to make it seem a light thing.' 'That, surely, is a sound view, think as we may on speculative points. But allow me one more question, Sidwell. Does it seem to you that I have no choice but to break off all communication with Mr Peak?' It was the course dictated by his own wish, she knew. And what could be gained by any middle way between hearty goodwill and complete repudiation? Time--time alone must work out the problem. 'Yes, I think you have no choice,' she answered. 'Then I must make inquiries--see if he leaves the town.' 'Mr. Lilywhite will know, probably.' 'I will write before long.' So the dialogue ended, and neither sought to renew it.