For the present, there was no choice but to accept John's hints, and hold apart as much as was possible without absolute breach of friendly relations.

Nor could he bring himself to approach Clara.

It was often in his mind to write to her; had he obeyed the voice of his desire he would have penned such letters as only the self-abasement of a passionate lover can dictate.

But herein, too, the strain of sternness that marked his character made its influence felt.
He said to himself that the only hope of Clara's respecting him lay in his preservation of the attitude he had adopted, and as the months went on he found a bitter satisfaction in adhering so firmly to his purpose.
The self-flattery with which no man can dispense whispered assurance that Clara only thought the more of him the longer he held aloof.

When the end of July came, he definitely prescribed to his patience a trial of yet one more month.