There came a short note from Mr.Bolter, saying that he had suspected that something was wrong, and that under the circumstances he could of course only say good-bye.
I can't say that I was sorry; I can't say that I was glad.

I despised him for his meanness, not even troubling myself to try and make sure of what had happened.

The same night Edwards came to see me again, made excuses, blamed his friend, shuffled here and there, and gave me clearly to understand what he wanted.

I scarcely spoke, only told him to go away, and that he need never speak to me anywhere or at any time; it would be useless.

Well, I changed my lodgings for those I now have, and simply began the life I now--the life I have been leading.