It seemed to him as if life would go out when he saw Doctor R--turn away from the shop and enter his carriage.

A deep darkness fell upon his spirit.
As Doctor R--rode off in his carriage, he could not help congratulating himself on the good deed he had performed.

Still he did not feel altogether satisfied about the boy.

He had been so much concerned for his distressed situation, that he had failed to make any inquiries of him in regard to his friends; and for this he blamed himself, because it was clear that, if the child had friends they ought to know his condition.

He blamed himself for this thoughtlessness, and a consciousness of having performed but half of his duty to the poor boy caused a shade of concern to steal over him, which he could not shake off.
And Henry, as he stood frightened in the shop, felt, as the carriage-wheels rattled away, the hope that had awakened faint and trembling in his heart, sinking into the gloom of despair.