I must make the best of it all, I suppose,' he replied, more cheerfully than he had as yet spoken.

'But I shall never again meet with such a dear girl as you!' And he suddenly opened the door, and left her alone.

When his glance again fell on the lamps that were sparsely ranged along the dreary level road, his eyes were in a state which showed straw- like motes of light radiating from each flame into the surrounding air.
On the other side of the way Barnet observed a man under an umbrella, walking parallel with himself.

Presently this man left the footway, and gradually converged on Barnet's course.

The latter then saw that it was Charlson, a surgeon of the town, who owed him money.