Congratulate me on having come to my senses.
How precious near I was to making a tremendous fool of myself.

It's you I have to thank, old man.

Of course, as you saw, I should never have cared for any one but Rosamund, and it's pretty sure that she would never have been happy with any one but me.

I wanted you to be a witness at our wedding, and now you've bolted, confound you! Write to my London address, and it will be forwarded." Will thrust the letter into his pocket, went out into the street, and walked to the hotel through heavy rain, without thinking to open his umbrella.
Next morning, the sky was clear again, the sunny air fresh as that of spring.

Will rose earlier than usual, and set out on an excursion.