Chapter XXV
“We won't go home till morning!”
—English Song.
ND now for a 'burst'!” I said to myself.
Adieu, fond fancies; welcome, gay reality!”
I dressed for the evening; I filled my purse; I started out to seek the real friends I had been neglecting for the sake of that imaginary one. But I had only got the length of opening my door when I smiled a cynical smile. There was Halfred in the passage playing the same farce with Aramatilda. They stood very close together, remarkably close together, talking in low tones.
“Thus woman fools us all,” I thought.