His anger was directed against Fate, which had arranged such a fantastic anticlimax for his cherished hopes.

The blow was almost too much for him.

He had deceived himself into thinking that he would find Sisily at Charleswood, and he felt that he had really lost her.

He was now reduced to searching for her in the great wilderness of London, which seemed a hopeless task.
By the time the train reached Charing Cross he rallied from his fit of despondency.

He refused to despair.