What were love and intrigue now? He thought about a thousand things but these in his rapid walk to his quarters--his past life and future chances--the fate which might be before him--the wife, the child perhaps, from whom unseen he might be about to part.
Oh, how he wished that night's work undone! and that with a clear conscience at least he might say farewell to the tender and guileless being by whose love he had set such little store! He thought over his brief married life.
In those few weeks he had frightfully dissipated his little capital.
How wild and reckless he had been! Should any mischance befall him: what was then left for her? How unworthy he was of her.
Why had he married her? He was not fit for marriage.
Why had he disobeyed his father, who had been always so generous to him? Hope, remorse, ambition, tenderness, and selfish regret filled his heart.
