In a few more weeks he...

_HE ?_ Would there still be _he_ anywhere in the universe?
Jenny! Perhaps there had been no Jenny all these months.

Perhaps Jenny stopped being Jenny forever in that last moment when she had tried to wish him good-bye.

And all his daily consciousness of her presence, all the fancies of his faithful heart, had been idle as the words of a man talking in his sleep.

Those little offerings he had brought to her altar,--she had never seen them; for perhaps Jenny had been an idol he had made out of air, while he had been her lonely and unheeded worshipper.
Was it really like that?
and in a few more weeks would he too be as an eye that had ceased seeing, an ear that had ceased hearing for evermore?
All the wonderful colour and sound of things! Were these waning days to be his last poor opportunities to sit at the great show?
Yes! the world was slipping like water between his hands--and he might not be going to Jenny, after all.
As these thoughts began to possess him, another thought which he had so far resisted grew more importunately pleading--the thought of Isabel.
Perhaps he was going to Jenny, but surely he was leaving Isabel.