Then Frank went to him, and sitting down beside him as he lay upon a couch in the room with Gretchen's picture, said to him, not unkindly: 'Are you sick to-day?
What is the matter ?' For a few moments Arthur made no reply, but lay with his eyes closed as if he had not heard.

Then suddenly rousing himself, he burst out, vehemently: 'Frank, you think me crazy, or you have thought so, and you have based that belief in part on the fact that I am always expecting Gretchen.

And so for a long time I have suppressed all mention of her, though I have never ceased to look for her arrival, since--since--well, I may as well tell you the truth.

I know now that she could not have been with me on the ship and in the train, although I thought she was.

I wrote her to join me in Liverpool, and fancied she did.