It was all over henceforth between him and Hippus.

He could not, indeed, do without him, but he hated him from this hour.

The old man had made him more solitary and unscrupulous than before.

Such is the curse of bad men; they are rendered wretched not only by their crimes, but even their best feelings turn to gall.
However, this melancholy mood did not long continue.

He took out his remaining treasure, counted it over, felt cheered thereby, and turned his thoughts to the future.