When I passed her in the streets she greeted me coldly, and all friendliness had gone out of her eyes.
* * * * * My days were so busy that I had little leisure for brooding, but at odd moments I would fall into a deep melancholy.

She had lived so constantly in my thoughts that without her no project charmed me.

What mattered wealth or fame, I thought, if she did not approve?
What availed my striving, if she were not to share in the reward?
I was in this mood when I was bidden by Doctor Blair to sup at his house.
I went thither in much trepidation, for I feared a great company, in which I might have no chance of a word from her.

But I found only the Governor, who was in a black humour, and disputed every word that fell from the Doctor's mouth.

This turned the meal into one long wrangle, in which the high fundamentals of government in Church and State were debated by two choleric gentlemen.