“Yes! I am the looker-on at this game. I see it all! The sensitive, artistic soul—”
(This is what she thinks of Sydney.)
—“torn by the sight of this hopelessly stodgy, commonplace young man—”
(I know that this is how she sums up my friend Mr. Waters.)
—“being preferred to himself! Ah, Love is blind!”
(Meaning me.)
“And people never seem to recognize the right man until it’s too late.”
(Deluded little donkey!)
We had tea. What a meal!