Then the light seemed to go, seemed to have been only imaginary.

It is not until we are much older than Del then was, that we learn how our acts often reveal us to ourselves.
"So you're in love with Dory," scoffed Arthur.

"You're a wonder--you are! To go about the world and get education and manners and culture, and then to come back to Saint X and take up with a jay--a fellow that's never been anywhere." "Physically, he hasn't traveled much," said Del, her temper curiously and suddenly restored.

"But mentally, Artie, dear, he's been distances and to places and in society that your poor brain would ache just at hearing about." "You've lost your senses!" "No, dear," replied Del sweetly; "on the contrary, I've put myself in the way of finding them." "You needn't 'bluff' with me," he retorted.

He eyed her suspiciously.
"There's some mystery in this." Del showed that the chance shot had landed; but, instantly recovering herself, she said: "It may interest you to know that a while ago, when I told you I was engaged to him, I felt a little uneasy.