Of course he was jealous as well as profoundly hurt.

Not without some secret reason had Polly met him so fiercely, brutally.

He would try to think of her no more; she was clearly not destined to be his.
For a full fortnight he shunned the whole region of London in which Polly might be met.

He was obliged, of course, to pass each night in Kennington, but he kept himself within doors there.

Then he could bear his misery no longer.