On returning, he lit as small a fire as possible, put on his
kettle, and sat down to meditate.
How familiar it all was to him! And not unpleasant, for it
brought back the days when he had worked to such good purpose. It
was like a restoration of youth.
Of Amy he would not think. Knowing his bitter misery, she could
write to him in cold, hard words, without a touch even of womanly
feeling. If ever they were to meet again, the advance must be
from her side. He had no more tenderness for her until she strove
to revive it.
Next morning he called at the hospital to see Carter. The
secretary's peculiar look and smile seemed to betray a knowledge
of what had been going on since Sunday, and his first words
confirmed this impression of Reardon's.
'You have removed, I hear?'
'Yes; I had better give you my new address.'
Reardon's tone was meant to signify that further remark on the
subject would be unwelcome. Musingly, Carter made a note of the
address.
'You still wish to go on with this affair?'
'Certainly.'
'Come and have some lunch with me, then, and afterwards we'll go
to the City Road and talk things over on the spot.
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