A wave of passionate remorse broke upon him.

He had as good as denied her; and she sat there before him like some wronged, helpless thing.

He seemed to hear her voice, to see her lips moving.
Hastily he took her last letter out of his pocket.
'I _am_ glad you're getting on so well, and I'm counting the weeks to Christmas.

Carrie kisses your photograph morning and night, but I'm afraid she'll have forgotten you a good deal.

Sometimes I'm very weary here--but I don't mind if you're getting on, and if it won't be much longer.