The door is closed.

You have had one more chance, and you have thrown it away." So he departed, and Joe, who was of a self-reliant and sanguine disposition, thought nothing of the warning, which was therefore thrown away and wasted.
As for Lala, he called a cab, and drove to Shadwell.

And if any man ever felt that he was an instrument set apart to carry out a scheme of vengeance, that Hindoo philosopher felt like one.

The Count of Monte Cristo himself was not more filled with the faith and conviction of his divine obligation.
In the afternoon he returned to Chelsea, and perhaps one who knew him might have remarked upon his face something like a gleam of satisfaction.

He had done his duty.
It was now five days since the fatal discovery.