human
Right or wrong, there is no looking back; the deed is done; --Audley, thus hurried on by the impetus of his own power of will, pressed for speedy and secret nuptials--secret till his fortunes, then wavering, were more assured--his career fairly commenced. This was not his strongest motive, though it was one. He shrank from the discovery of his wrong to his friend--desired to delay the self-humiliation of such announcement, until, as he persuaded himself, Harley's boyish passion was over--had yielded to the new allurements that would naturally beset his way. Stifling his conscience, Audley sought to convince himself that the day would soon come when Harley could hear with indifference that Nora Avenel was another's
gpt
The dream of an hour, at his age, murmured the elder friend;