But now, though he seemed to gaze abroad, he saw nothing but vacancy.

All the morning since he got up he had been trying to fight through his duties--leaning against a hope--a hope that first had bowed, and then had broke as soon as he really tried its weight.

There was not a sign of Sylvia's liking for him to be gathered from the most careful recollection of the past evening.

It was of no use thinking that there was.

It was better to give it up altogether and at once.