There were so many things to cause infinite pain to them both.

All Norman's things, his books and clothes, his desks and papers and pictures, his whips and sticks, and all those sundry belongings which even a bachelor collects around him--were strewing the rooms in which Alaric still lived.
He had of course felt that it was impossible that they should ever again reside together.

Not only must they quarrel, but all the men at their office must know that they had quarrelled.

And yet some intercourse must be maintained between them; they must daily meet in the rooms at the Weights and Measures; and it would now in their altered position become necessary that in some things Norman should receive instructions from Alaric as his superior officer.

But if Alaric thought of this often, so did Norman; and before the last fortnight had expired, the thinking of it had made him so ill that his immediate return to London was out of the question.
Mrs.Woodward's heart melted within her when she heard that Harry was really ill.