Now I'll say good-night--and good-by." Then Harry went, and walking up and down the High Street of Stratton, thought of all that he had done during the past year.
On his arrival at Stratton, that idea of perpetual misery arising from blighted affection was still strong within his breast.

He had given all his heart to a false woman who had betrayed him.

He had risked all his fortune on one cast of the die, and, gambler-like, had lost everything.
On the day of Julia's marriage he had shut himself up at the school--luckily it was a holiday--and had flattered himself that he had gone through some hours of intense agony.

No doubt he did suffer somewhat, for in truth he had loved the woman; but such sufferings are seldom perpetual, and with him they had been as easy of cure as with most others.

A little more than a year had passed, and now he was already engaged to another woman.