How different was her countenance now from that she had worn when she told him, earlier on that fatal evening, of all the sorrows that made her wretched! That nod of hers said so much.

"We understand each other now--do we not?
Yes; although this spiteful woman has for the moment come between us, we understand each other.

And is it not sweet?
Ah! the troubles of which I told you you, you have cured them all." All that had been said plainly in her farewell salutation, and Harry had not dared to contradict it by any expression of his countenance.
"By, by, Mr.Clavering," said Sophie.
"Good evening, Madam Gordeloup," said Harry, turning upon her a look of bitter anger.

Then he went, leaving the two women together, and walked home to Bloomsbury Square--not with the heart of a joyous, thriving lover..