He had suffered.

Now he would take toll of the ills of others.
The fog was driven apart for a moment, and the sun shone, a blood-red wafer, on the water.

Dick watched the spot till he heard the voice of the tide between the piers die down like the wash of the sea at low tide.

A girl hard pressed by her lover shouted shamelessly, 'Ah, get away, you beast!' and a shift of the same wind that had opened the fog drove across Dick's face the black smoke of a river-steamer at her berth below the wall.

He was blinded for the moment, then spun round and found himself face to face with--Maisie.
There was no mistaking.