'Never,' said Verschoyle, and awaiting his chance, he plucked Charles by the sleeve, took him into a corner and gave him Cumberland's note.
Charles's face went a greeny gray.
'What does he mean?'
'Blackmail,' replied Verschoyle. 'You can't ask her to go on living with that hanging over her head.'
'I can pay,' said Charles.
'She'll pay on for ever.'
'What else can I do?'
'Clear out, give her a chance. Let her make her own life so that it can't touch her—whatever happens to you.'
'But I ...'
'Can you only think of yourself?'