Through the week that ensued he had no moment's rest.

At night he went to places of amusement, to seek distraction; he wished and dreaded the coming of the Sunday.

How would Ida receive the revelation?
Should he write to her and try to make her understand him?
Yet in that he could scarcely succeed, and failure would bring upon him her contempt.

The only safety lay in never seeing or communicating with her again.
Even on Saturday night he had not made up his mind how to act.

He went to the theatre, but left before the play was half over, and walked slowly homewards.