Up to that afternoon there had always been the chance that he would.

Night after night he had been on the brink of telling her of the dream.

Only as the beauty and wonder of it grew he had each day given himself another day, and yet another and another.

But he had always thought the hour would come and he had been sure she would not grudge him a moment he had held from her.

Now he shut everything within himself.
"I wish you had not done it.