“You seem to think that’ll be an awful thing for me. All I say is, good riddance to bad rubbish.”
“Then good-bye.”
He nodded and limped away slowly, for he hoped with all his heart that she would call him back. At the next lamp-post he stopped and looked over his shoulder. He thought she might beckon to him — he was willing to forget everything, he was ready for any humiliation — but she had turned away, and apparently had ceased to trouble about him. He realised that she was glad to be quit of him.