<p>"""Oh! my dear, my dear, how shall I pass the hours till I hold you again?""<br><br>No thought, then, of my whole life's completion and consummation being a dream.<br><br>I staggered up to my room, fell across my bed, and slept heavily and dreamlessly. When I awoke it was high noon. Mildred and her mother were coming to lunch.<br><br>I remembered, at one o'clock, Mildred coming and her existence.<br><br>Now indeed the dream began.<br><br>With ...