Now all his life was visible, and the straight, meager path had its ending soon enough.
Katharine was engaged, and she had deceived him, too.

He felt for corners of his being untouched by his disaster; but there was no limit to the flood of damage; not one of his possessions was safe now.
Katharine had deceived him; she had mixed herself with every thought of his, and reft of her they seemed false thoughts which he would blush to think again.

His life seemed immeasurably impoverished.
He sat himself down, in spite of the chilly fog which obscured the farther bank and left its lights suspended upon a blank surface, upon one of the riverside seats, and let the tide of disillusionment sweep through him.

For the time being all bright points in his life were blotted out; all prominences leveled.

At first he made himself believe that Katharine had treated him badly, and drew comfort from the thought that, left alone, she would recollect this, and think of him and tender him, in silence, at any rate, an apology.