She had left him--so much the better; there could never again be peace between them.

He thought with regret of the little ones--they were too young for him to undertake charge of them, so that they were best left with their mother for a time.

He said to himself that he must make the best use he could of his life; everything seemed at an end.

He felt very lonely and unhappy as he sat in his solitary home; and the more sorrow present upon him, the more bitter his thoughts grew, the deeper became his dislike to this unhappy young wife.
Ronald wrote to his mother, but said no word to her of the cause of their quarrel.
"Dora and I," he said, "will never live together again--perhaps never meet.

She has gone home to her father; I am going to wander over the wide earth.