And closing the door behind him, he strode away.
The accepted lover sat down.

He had never spoken more truly than when he said he did not understand it.

"Is she really mine ?" he exclaimed.
And with his eyes fixed on the blank wall over the mantel-piece, he repeated over and over again: "Is she mine?
Is she really mine ?" He had well developed mental powers, but the work of setting this matter straight and plain was too difficult for him.
If she had sent him some such message as this: "I am very angry with you, but some day you can come and explain yourself to me;" his heart would have leaped for joy.

He would have believed that his peace had been made, and that he had only to go to her to call her his own.

Now his heart desired to leap with joy, but it did not seem to know how to do it.