And it is not less than
possible that in time she might have learned the lesson of love. But
now--if she is the woman I believe her to be, she never could love me
after what has happened. And knowing this, I can't leave liquor alone,
and don't want to. In my cups I do not care."
"I feel sorry for you both," said I. "Has the Prince married her yet?"
"No. It has been postponed. Next Monday I am going back. I am going
in hopes of getting into trouble. I may never see her again, perhaps.
To-morrow, to-morrow! Who knows? Well, I'm off to bed. Good night."
And I was left alone with my thoughts. They weren't very good company.
To-morrow indeed, I thought. I sat and smoked till my tongue smarted.
I had troubles of my own, and wondered how they would end. Poor
Hillars! As I look back to-day, I marvel that we could not see the
end. The mystery of life seems simple to us who have lived most of it,
and can look down through the long years.
CHAPTER VI
During the first year of my residence in London there happened few
events worth chronicling. Shortly after my arrival Hillars
disappeared.
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