But why should they have conspired to feed him with these moneys? There had been no deceit, at any rate, in reference to the pounds sterling which Scruby had already swallowed. They had been supplied, whatever had been the motives of the suppliers; and he had no doubt that more would be supplied if he would only keep himself quiet. He was still walking westward as he thought of this, down Ludgate Hill, on his direct line towards Suffolk Street; and he tried to persuade himself that it would be well that he should hide his wrath till after provision should have been made for this other election. They were his enemies,--Alice and Mr. Grey,--and why should he keep any terms with his enemies? It was still a trouble to him to think that he should have been in any way beholden to John Grey; but the terrible thing had been done, the evil had occurred. What would he gain by staying his hand now? Still, however, he walked on quickly along Fleet Street, and along the Strand, and was already crossing under the Picture Galleries towards Pall Mall East before he had definitely decided what steps he would take on this very day. Exactly at the corner of Suffolk Street he met John Grey.
"Mr. Grey," he said, stopping himself suddenly, "I was this moment going to call on you at your lodgings."

But why should they have conspired to give him money? There had been no deceit about the pounds which Scruby had already swallowed. They had been supplied; and he had no doubt that more would be supplied if he kept quiet. As he walked, he tried to persuade himself that he should hide his anger till after payment had been made for the next election. It was still troubling to think that he should owe anything to John Grey; but what would he gain by stopping now?
He walked quickly along Fleet Street and the Strand, and was near Pall Mall East before he had decided what to do. At the corner of Suffolk Street he met John Grey.
"Mr. Grey," he said, "I was this moment going to call on you at your lodgings."
