He had behaved with supreme selfishness in the beginning, and afterwards with a weakness which would always make him writhe when he thought of it.
His self-respect was receiving a crushing blow.

He clasped his thin hands and his head sank forward upon his breast in utter dejection; he closed his eyes as if to shut out too painful pictures.

And when he opened them again it was darker, and the moon made misty shadows through the trees, and out of them he seemed to see Halcyone's face quite close to him.

It was tender and pitiful and full of love.

The hallucination was so startlingly vivid that he almost fancied her lips moved, and she whispered: "Courage, beloved." Then he knew that he was dreaming, and that he was gazing into space--alone..