I may meet her again; but it's long odds that, when I do, it will be to find that she's married, got children--I beg your pardon, your Excellency; you've been very kind to listen to all this and very patient.

You see how hopeless it is.

I must try to forget her.

But that's impossible." He laughed ruefully.

"I think of her every day: I fall asleep thinking of her.