I only know that I flung myself on the dewy grass under a great tree in the first field I came to, and shed tears of such shame, disappointment, and wounded pride, as my eyes had never known before.

She had called me a little boy, and my letter a heap of nonsense! She was elderly--she was ignorant--she was married! I had been a fool; but that knowledge came too late, and was not consolatory.
By-and-by, while I was yet sobbing and disconsolate, I heard the drumming and fifing which heralded the appearance of the _Corps Dramatique_ on the outer platform.

I resolved to see her for the last time.

I pulled my hat over my eyes, went back to the Green, and mingled with the crowd outside the booth.

It was growing dusk.