I had made all arrangements for being absent, and now there was only one thing left to do--the hardest, the most heart-breaking.

As evening fell, I drove through the busy streets to Flavia's residence.

I was recognized as I went and heartily cheered.

I played my part, and made shift to look the happy lover.

In spite of my depression, I was almost amused at the coolness and delicate hauteur with which my sweet lover received me.