Nino went his way sadly, and wondering how Hedwig would look when she should recognise him from her box in the theatre that very evening.
It is a terrible and a heart-tearing thing to part from the woman one loves.

That is nothing new, you say.

Everyone knows that, Perhaps so, though I think not.

Only those can know it who have experienced it, and for them no explanations are in any way at all necessary.

The mere word "parting" calls up such an infinity of sorrow that it is better to draw a veil over the sad thing and bury it out of sight and put upon it the seal on which is graven "No Hope." Moreover, when a man only supposes, as Nino did, that he is leaving the woman he loves, or is about to leave her, until he can devise some new plan for seeing her, the case is not so very serious.
Nevertheless, Nino, who is of a very tender constitution of the affections, suffered certain pangs which are always hard to bear, and as he walked slowly down the street he hung his head low, and did not look like a man who could possibly be successful in anything he might undertake that day.