Well, he would go.

He would never annoy any girl who hated him, not if he knew it.

How his heart ached, how his very soul seemed crushed! yet he could not appeal to her.

She stood with her face to the wall, still as a statue, and as cold.
"Good night," he said at the door.
She said nothing, nor moved.

He could see her body quiver, but he could not see her face.