He saw nothing in the future worth striving for, except a struggle to forget, if possible, the sweetest and dearest memory he had ever known.

He thought of the epigram: "Most men can die well, but few can live well." Three weeks before he had smiled over it and set it down as a bit of French cynicism.

Now--on the verge of giving his mental assent to the theory, a pair of slate-colored eyes in some way came into his mind, and even French wit was discarded therefrom.
Peter was taking his disappointment very seriously, if quietly.

Had he only known other girls, he might have made a safe recovery, for love's remedy is truly the homeopathic "similia similibus curantur," woman plural being the natural cure for woman singular.

As the Russian in the "Last Word" says, "A woman can do anything with a man--provided there is no other woman." In Peter's case there was no other woman.