I walked down Broadway, chuckling to myself.

What a glorious farce it all was! My fortune! Phyllis my wife! What if she had accepted me?
I laughed aloud, and people turned and stared at me.

Oh, yes! I was to travel and write novels and have my pictures in book reviews, and all that! When I arrived at the office I was on the verge of total insanity.

I was obliged to ask the paragrapher to write my next day's leader.

It was night before I became rational, and once that, the whole world donned cap and bells and began capering for my express benefit.