"Frank," she said, "I am in love."
The young man turned as white as a sheet. The sword of Damocles had fallen at last, sundering them forever.
"With whom?" he gasped.
"The English Shakespeare?"
"The same!"
"But you have never seen him!"
"I have seen his soul. I have divined him from his writings. I have studied Andrew Mackay's essays on him. I feel that he and I are en rapport."
"But this is madness!"
"I know it is. I have tried to fight against it. I have applied for admission to the Old Maids' Club, so as to stifle my hopeless passion. Once I have joined Miss Dulcimer's Society, I shall perhaps find peace again."