But of that in its turn.
* * * * * Immediately on my return to London I went down to the Old Swan to see George, of course having Betty in mind.

In truth, Betty had been in mind most of the time and much to my regret ever since the day I left her.
Even if I had not been plighted to Mary Hamilton, I could not have asked Betty to be my wife.

She would not be happy in my sphere of life, and I could not live in hers.

The painful knowledge of this truth did not in any way help me to put her out of my thoughts, but rather made my longing for her all the greater.

Since I had learned to know her well, I thought I meant honestly by her.