He saw her standing there, amid the languorous shadows of August, pale with feeling, wide-eyed, trembling.
For a moment shyness wrung him.

Then every trace of it was banished by a sudden, strange, fierce anger that swept over him.

He felt outraged and hurt to the death; he felt as if he had been cheated out of something incalculably precious--as if sacrilege had been done to his most holy sanctuary of emotion.

White, tense with his anger, he looked at her and spoke, his lips as pale as if his fiery words scathed them.
"How dare you?
You have spied on me--you have crept in and listened! How dare you?
Do you know what you have done, girl?
You have destroyed all that made life worth while to me.

My dream is dead.