And all through dinner, which he ate alone at the same restaurant to which he had intended taking her, he continued, to pretend she was with him.

And at the theatre, where there was going forward the most popular of all musical comedies, the seat next to him, which to the audience, appeared wastefully empty, was to him filled with her gracious presence.

That Sister Anne was not there--that the pretty romance he had woven about her had ended in disaster--filled, him with real regret.

He was glad he was leaving New York.

He was glad he was going, where nothing would remind him of her.