Man and Maid

And when the evening came and she left me, after our long day, I felt a

sense of relief--Oh! there can be no one in the world like my

Alathea--with her little red hands, and cheap cotton garments! I realize

now that life used to be made up of the physical--and that

something,--perhaps suffering, has taught me that the mental and the

spiritual matter more.

Even if she does come back--how am I to break through the wall of ice

which she has surrounded herself with since the Suzette cheque

business?--I can't explain--she won't even know that I have parted with

her.

Of course she has heard the fluffies often in the next room when they

have come to play bridge in the afternoon. Perhaps she may even have

heard the idiotic things they talk about--yes--of course she must have

an awful impression of me--.

The contrast of her life and theirs--and mine! I shall go on with my

Plato--it bores me--it is difficult, and I am tired--but I will!.