He meant to tell her all one day; but to-day he was not strong enough.

He must wait till he was cured; for cured he must be, cured he would be.
He now tried to give his mind to the task Amboyne had set him; but it was too hard: he gave it up, with rage and despair.
Then he made a desperate resolve, which will not surprise those who know the human heart.

He would harden himself.

He would see more of Miss Carden than ever; only it should be in quite a new light.

He would look at her, and keep saying to himself all the time, "You are another man's wife." With this determination, he called at "Woodbine Villa." Miss Carden was not at home.
"Are you sure she is not at home ?" "Not at home," replied the man stiffly.
"But you needn't to keep him at the door," said a mellow female voice.
"No, miss," said the man, with a sudden change of manner, for he was a desperate and forlorn admirer of the last speaker.