"Does Patti return in the fall?"

"Yes." Five years of dreaming, and then to awake!

And then the carriage mercifully stopped.

Mrs. Wentworth insisted that I should enter and have some coffee. I
had so few words at my command that I could not invent even a flimsy
excuse. So I went in. The coffee was tasteless. I put in four lumps
of sugar. I stirred and stirred and stirred. Finally, I swallowed the
contents of the cup. It was very hot. When the agony was past I rose
and made my adieu.

Phyllis came to the door with me.

"Forget what I have said," I began, fumbling the door-knob. "I suppose
I was an ass to think that you might love me. They say that it is a
malady. Very well. With a few prescribed remedies I shall recover."

"You are very bitter."

"Can you blame me," clicking the latch back and forth, "when all the
world has suddenly grown dark?"

"There are other eyes than mine," gently.

"Yes; but they will light other paths than those I shall follow."

"Jack, you are too manly to make threats."