Are there many who have felt as much, with as good reason, in a whole lifetime?
But the hour was gone, taking with it the reality and leaving in its place a memory, fair, brilliant, and dear as the tress of golden hair Vjera was carrying home in her parcel, but as useless perhaps and as valueless in the world of realities as that had proved to be.
They reached her door and stopped in their walk.

She looked up sadly into his eyes, as she held out her hand.

He hesitated a moment, and then threw both his arms round her and drew her to his heart and kissed her passionately again and again.

She tried to draw back.
"Oh no, no!" she cried.

"It cannot be so to-morrow--why should you kiss me to-day ?" But he would not let her go.