Had he been really as confident as he had seemed, as the days had gone by, one after another, without bringing him any tidings of her?
had there been no shapeless terror in his mind, no dark dread that when the knowledge came, it might be something worse than ignorance?
Yes, now in the sudden fulness of his joy, he knew how much he had feared, how very near he had been to despair.
But John Saltram, what of him?
Was it not at the hazard of his life that he had gone upon this sudden journey, reckless and excited, in a fever of hope and delight?
"Providence will surely be good to him," Gilbert thought.
"He bore the journey from town when he was much worse than he is now.
Surely he will bear a somewhat rougher journey now, buoyed up by hope." The landlady came in presently, and insisted upon giving Mr.Fenton her own version of the story which he had just heard from her maid; and a very close and elaborate version it was, though not remarkable for any new facts.

He was fain to listen to it with a show of patience, however, and to consent to eat a mutton chop which the good woman insisted upon cooking for him, after his confession that he had eaten nothing since breakfast.

He kept telling himself that there was no hurry; that he was not wanted in Coleman-street; that his presence there was a question of his own gratification and nothing else; but the fever in his mind was not to be set at rest go easily.

There was a sense of hurry upon him that he could not shake off, argue with himself as wisely as he would.
He took a hasty meal, and started off to the railway station directly afterwards, though there was no train to carry, him back to London for nearly an hour.
It was weary work waiting at the little station, while the keen March wind blew sharply across the unsheltered platform on which Gilbert paced to and fro in his restlessness; weary work waiting, with that sense of hurry and anxiety upon him, not to be shaken off by any effort he could make to take a hopeful view of the future.

He tried to think of those two whom he loved best on earth, whose union he had taught himself, by a marvellous effort of unselfishness, to contemplate with serenity, tried to think of them in the supreme happiness of their restoration to each other; but he could not bring his mind to the realisation of this picture.