But today, he thought, he _would_ analyse his state, to see what could be done.
Six weeks! He had not seen her for six weeks.

The longing was no better.

The pain seemed to begin at his throat, pressing down gradually on the chest It was that feeling of oppression, he supposed, that makes one sigh; as though there were a weight on the heart.

And certain little memories made it acute; sudden flashing vivid recollection of that last drive was like a sharp jagged tear.

Had they ever been on nearer terms, and had she treated him badly, it would not have caused this slow and insidious suffering.