“No—I’m glad! I wanted you to be hurt! I wanted to punish you—for dreaming of her—punish you by making you find out....”
“It would serve you right if the illusion had turned out to be true after all, wouldn’t it?”
“I thought it had, Felix. What happened?”
“I don’t know exactly. But look at this!”
He took the card from his pocket and put it before her.
At that moment the waiter came up, bowing them welcome. “You haf’ not been here for many days now,” he said. “I begin to think you desert us! Haf’ you your order ready?”
“You know what we want,” said Felix absently.
“Yes, sir. Everything shall be as always!” He beamed and ceased to exist.
Felix turned again to Rose-Ann, who sat staring quietly at the card.
“You aren’t surprised?” he asked.