The opportunity was lost, and he had to withdraw from the battle before the very forces even were marshalled for the fight. He had played his game well, but one false move had lost him all, and what to do now he neither knew nor cared. All his aims and ends had become so bound up in the successful termination of that law suit, that now that he was vanquished he seemed to be completely shipwrecked. His last straw had sunk, and he was lost. He knew it and felt it! With a strong effort of his native indomitable will, he dismissed the past from his mind, and tried to concentrate his thoughts on some plan for the future. All hopes of getting any money from the Hartshornes were idle to indulge in; the old lady certainly would see him in Tartarus first before she gave him a penny; and Tom, although he had offered to take his sister back, and would provide for her, would as certainly not assist him, for he had seen from their last interview that Tom was not nearly of so plastic a nature as he had thought him at first. Besides, he was far away now. There was only the doctor to ask, and he would do nothing, he thought; and, above all, he could not go back to England himself. His best plan, therefore, would be to pack up his things when he arrived at Havre, and scrape together all the money he could by selling any unnecessary superfluities. He was not going to be "troubled with that girl any longer." He would send Susan back to her home, and tell her people to do what they liked with her, as he had no further need of her. "Curse her!" he thought, for clogging himself to her, "the idiot! and curse myself, too, for my folly in not looking before I leaped." He stopped on deck the whole night during the passage across, for he could not sleep, his mind was so at war with every thing. If he had gone below he might, perhaps, have discovered who two of his fellow passengers were, but he did not. Nemesis was with him, but he knew it not; and besides Nemesis there was another person, whom neither would have dreamt of seeing there. It was broad day now--a beautiful morning; but the morning had no charms for him; and he was glad when it waxed towards noon, and Havre came in sight with its quaint lighthouse, and its twin rows of houses on the heights above, and the muddy Seine with its Babel of a landing place. The _machine a vapeur_ quickly plied her way along, and in another half hour broadly opened her destination on her port bow. They were soon alongside the pier, and Markworth having no luggage, was not delayed in passing through the _Douane_. Saying to the officer--"_Rien a declarer_!" he passed rapidly along the gangway on to the pier, and up through the busy little streets, until he reached his lodgings in the Rue Montmartre.