A Divided Heart and Other Stories

It has driven you out also, he said, as he caught up to me and stopping for breath, glanced at the starlit spring heavens. We were neither of us at home among those hardened bachelors. When I saw you slipping out, a melancholy envy, which you must pardon, came over me. Now, thought I, he is going home to his dear wife. She has been sleeping for some time he steps on tip-toe to her bedside; she at once awakens from her dream and asks 'Is it you already? Did you enjoy yourself? You must tell me about it tomorrow. Or, she has been interesting herself in a book and opens the door herself when she hears your footstep.