And on that day the 7th Regiment returned to garrison the city, and the anxious city cheered its return, and people slept more soundly for it, though all day long the streets echoed with the music of troops departing, and of regiments parading for a last inspection before the last good-byes were said.
Berkley saw some of this from his window.

Never perfectly sober now, he seldom left his rooms except at night; and all day long he read, or brooded, or lay listless, or as near drunk as he ever could be, indifferent, neither patient nor impatient with a life he no longer cared enough about to either use or take.
There were intervals when the deep despair within him awoke quivering; instants of fierce grief instantly controlled, throttled; moments of listless relaxation when some particularly contemptible trait in Burgess faintly amused him, or some attempted invasion of his miserable seclusion provoked a sneer or a haggard smile, or perhaps an uneasiness less ignoble, as when, possibly, the brief series of letters began and ended between him and the dancing girl of the Canterbury.
"DEAR MR.

BERKLEY: "Could you come for me after the theatre this evening?
"LETITIA LYNDEN." "DEAR LETTY: "I'm afraid I couldn't.
"Very truly yours, "P.

O.BERKLEY." "DEAR MR.

BERKLEY: "Am I not to see you again?
I think perhaps you might care to hear that I have been doing what you wished ever since that night.