Sure enough, she didn't have any dream.

I am afraid she had the bitterest reality.

She hasn't been loving a vision of me, working and searching for me, and I don't mean to her what she does to me.

Of course I see that I must be patient and bide my time.

If there is anything in 'like begetting like' she is bound to care for me some day, for I love her past all expression, and for all she feels I might as well save my breath.