Of recovery there could be little hope.
Thoroughly awakened and sober, he walked across London to Gower Place arriving in the light of dawn.

Too spiritless to take off his clothing, he lay upon the bed, and through the open window watched a great cloud that grew rosy above the opposite houses.
Would Eve be at the place of meeting today?
It seemed to him totally indifferent whether she came or not; nay, he all but hoped that she would not.

He had been guilty of prodigious folly.

The girl belonged to another man; and even had it not been so, what was the use of flinging away his money at this rate?
Did he look for any reward correspondent to the sacrifice?
She would never love him, and it was not in his power to complete the work he had begun, by freeing her completely from harsh circumstances, setting her in a path of secure and pleasant life.
But she would not come, and so much the better.

With only himself to provide for he had still money enough to travel far.