Would he ever think of me?
Why, even the little shoeblack was more to him now than I was.
I got home late--so late that Mrs Nash protested angrily, and threatened to stand my irregularities no longer.

Jack was not asleep when I entered the room, but at sight of me he turned over in his bed and drew the clothes round him.

I was angry and miserable and made no attempt to speak to him.

But I could not sleep.

The spirit seemed to have gone out of my life in London, and I dreaded to-morrow as much as ever I had hated to-day.
I rose early in the morning, and after a hurried breakfast started from the house before Jack came down.