And oh, it seems so long ago! Never mind, perhaps I will tell you all about that some day." They were together for an hour or so.

Waymark, uneasily watching his companion's every movement, rose as soon as she gave sign of weariness, and Ida did not seek to detain him.
"I shall think much of you," he said.
"The less the better," was Ida's reply.
For his comfort, yes,--Waymark thought, as he walked homewards.

Ida had already a dangerous hold upon him; she possessed his senses, and set him on fire with passionate imaginings.

Here, as on every hand, his cursed poverty closed against him the possibilities of happiness.

That she should ever come to love him, seemed very unlikely; the alliance between them could only be a mere caprice on her part, such as girls of her kind are very subject to; he might perhaps fill up her intervals of tedium, but would have no share in her real life.