too impossible...." "But you said once that you would be my friend and would try to cheer my loneliness." "So I will, with all my heart, an you will permit." "Yet is there no friendship without confidence," she retorted.

"Tell me your dream." "What were the use?
You would only laugh ...

and justly too." "I should never laugh at that which made you sad," she said gently.
"Sad ?" he rejoined with a short laugh, which had something of his usual bitterness in it.

"Sad?
Mayhap! Yet I hardly know.

Think you that the poor peasant lad would be sad because he had dreamed that the fairy princess whom he had seen from afar in her radiance, was sweet and gracious to him one midsummer's day?
It was only a dream, remember: when he woke she had vanished ...