And it is easier to say good-by, knowing I have only till to-morrow to wait now.

_A demain_." "Good-night," murmured Phebe, without looking up; "good-night, Gerald." And then she turned quickly into her room, and closed the door, and stood stock-still behind it, holding her breath and listening intently till she heard the front door close upon them and the last echo of their footsteps die away in the street outside.

Then she flung herself face downward upon the bed and cried miserably to herself out of sheer disappointment.

Why did it have to be all so very, very different from her dream?
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