He wished she were fortunate and happy; but he wished even more that he were never going to see her again.

And still!...
He walked a little way, then got into a taxi and drove to see Edith.
When he was in this peculiar condition of mind--the odd mixture of self-reproach, satisfaction, amusement and boredom that he felt now -- he always went to see Edith, throwing himself into the little affairs of her life as if he had nothing else on his mind.

He was a little anxious about Edith.

It seemed to him that since Aylmer had been away she had altered a little..