“_You are not the man for me._”
I looked at her, and slowly withdrew my arm which was still about her
waist; then I left the room, and she—she did not call me back.
* * * * *
A sleepless night; I made countless decisions, only to toss them aside
again. In the morning I wrote her a letter in which I declared our
relationship dissolved. My hand trembled when I put on the seal, and I
burned my fingers.
As I went upstairs to hand it to the maid, my knees threatened to give
way.
The door opened, and Wanda thrust forth her head full of
curling-papers.
“I haven’t had my hair dressed yet,” she said, smiling. “What have you
there?”
“A letter—”
“For me?”