God bless the squire, and bring you and him together again! Your friend and brother, STEPHEN LATRIGG.
And so Harry went on his way with a lighter heart.

Indeed, he was not inclined at any time to share sorrow out of which he had escaped.

Every mile which he put between himself and Sandal-Side gave back to him something of his old gay manner.

He began first to excuse himself, then to blame others; and in a few hours he was in very comfortable relations with his own conscience; and this, not because he was deliberately cruel or wicked, but because he was weak, and loved pleasure, and considered that there was no use in being sorry when sorrow was neither a credit to himself, nor a compliment to others.

And so to Italy and to love he sped as fast as money and steam could carry him.