Let us follow Mr. Jinks.
That gentleman went on his way, reflecting upon the step which he had just taken, and revolving in his mind the course which he should pursue in future.
The result of his reflections was, that a matrimonial engagement would just answer his purpose, especially with a lady possessing a "small property—" at which words, as they left his muttering lips, Jinks frowned.
It was Miss Sallianna's favorite phrase.
Miss Sallianna!
The tumult which arose in Jinks' breast upon the thought of that young lady's treachery toward himself occurred to him, may, as our brother historians are fond of saying, "be better imagined than described." Before, Jinks' brows were corrugated into a frown; now, however, two mountain ridges, enclosing a deep valley, extended from the upper portion of the bridge of the Jinks nose to the middle of the Jinks forehead.
The despairing lover resembled an ogre who had not dined for two whole days, and was ready to devour the first comer.
What should he do? Take revenge, or marry the perfidious woman? Jinks did not doubt his ability to perform the latter; and thus he went on his way in doubt and wrath.
At least he would go that very morning and charge her with perfidy; and so having decided upon his course so far, he strode on rapidly.
Mr. Jinks bent his course toward Bousch's tavern, where he proposed to take up his temporary residence.