“Because it was so! Why did you not come to me at once? I was waiting!”

“There were so many — and you seemed so gay with them — so careless — not even glancing at me — — ”

“I saw you none the less. I never let you escape the range of my vision.”

“I never dreamed you noticed me. And every time you smiled on one of them I grew the gloomier — — ”

“And what does my gaiety mean — save that the source of happiness lies rooted in you? What do other men count, only that in their admiration I read some recompense for you, who made me admirable. These gowns I wear are yours — these shoon and buckles and silken stockings —