She had thought him to be something he was not.
She was probably regretting already the engagement; she would certainly not fulfill it.

And could she possibly care for anyone who had been such an indescribable fool as to give up Merefield, and his prospects and his past and his abilities, and set out on this absurd and childish adventure?
So once more he came round in a circle and his misery was complete.
* * * * * He sat up in bed with a sudden movement as the train of thought clicked back into its own beginning, clasped his hands round his knees and stared round the room.
The window showed a faint oblong of gray now, beyond where the Major breathed, and certain objects were dingily and coldly visible.

He perceived the broken-backed chair on which his clothes were heaped--with the exception of his flannel shirt, which he still wore; he caught a glimmer of white where Gertie's blouse hung up for an airing.
He half expected that things would appear more hopeful if he sat up in bed.

Yet they did not.

The sight of the room, such as it was, brought the concrete and material even more forcibly upon him--the gross things that are called Facts.