And he--could he foresee the day when he should no longer love her?
But of that she knew nothing, and must never know of it.

The one outlook for his life lay yonder, where love was beckoning; grant him leave to follow, and what limitless prospect opened in place of the barren hills which now enclosed him! But follow he must not.

In that respect nothing was altered.

When he thought of Thyrza, it must still be with the hope that she would return and fulfil her promise to Gilbert Grail.
At a late hour he went to his bedroom.

He lay down with a weary brain, and, in trying to ask himself what he should do on the morrow, fell asleep..