But it was clearly now his duty to go on as though there were no such woman as Euphemia Smith, and no such man as Thomas Crinkett.

And as for Robert Bolton, he would henceforth treat him as though his anger and his suspicions were unworthy of notice.

If the man should choose of his own accord to reassume the old friendly relations,--well and good.

No overtures should come from him--Caldigate.
And if the anger and the suspicions endured, why then, he, Caldigate, could do very well without Robert Bolton.
As he made these resolutions he turned in at a little gate opening into a corner of St.John's Gardens, with the object of passing through the college back into the streets of the town.

It was not quite his nearest way, but he loved the old buildings, and the trees, and the river, even in winter.