What was Gretchen to me that I should grow jealous of her smiles?
The night before I could have sworn that I loved her; now I was not so sure.

A week ago all the sunshine in the world had come from Phyllis's face; a shadow had come between.

Oh, I knew the symptoms.

They were not new to me.

They had visited me some five years back, and had clung to me with the tenacity of a creditor to a man with expectations.