Surely he was to blame for it that, at such a pass, she had fled _away_ from him instead of hastening to his side.

How perfectly had their characters harmonized! He could recall no moment of mutual dissatisfaction, and that in spite of conditions which, with most women, would have made life very difficult.

He revered her purity; her intellect he esteemed far subtler and nobler than his own.

With such a woman for companion, he might have done great things; robbed for ever of her beloved presence, he felt lame, purposeless, indifferent to all but the irrecoverable past.
In a day or two he was to leave Polterham.

Whether Northway would be satisfied with the result of his machinations remained to be seen; as yet nothing more had been heard of him.