"And a good riddance!" she said to herself pettishly as she stripped off her wedding garments.
On this very evening she wrote to Mr.Gammon--the letter he was never to read.
Mr.Gammon had received an invitation to the ceremony, but through pressure of business was unable to accept it.

He felt, too, that there would have been awkwardness in thus meeting with Polly for the first time since their rupture on the Embankment.
Polly, of course, concluded that he kept away solely because he did not wish to see her.

In the mood induced by this reflection, and by the turbid emotions natural to such a day, she penned her farewell to the insulting and perfidious man.

Mr.Gammon was informed that never and nowhere would Miss Sparkes demean herself by exchanging another word with him; that he was a low and vulgar and ignorant person, without manners enough for a road-scraper; moreover, that she had long since been the object of _sincere_ attentions from someone so vastly his superior that they were not to be named in the same month.

This overflow of feeling was some relief, but Polly could not rest until she had also written to Mrs.Clover.She made known to her aunt that Mr.
Gammon had of late been guilty of such insolent behaviour to her (the writer) that she had serious thoughts of seeking protection from the police.