Then came a reaction. Resentment toward Fanny for thus deceiving him
mingling with his grief. But he had loved her too deeply, too truly, to
cherish an unkind feeling toward her long. Throwing himself upon the sofa,
and burying his face in his hands, he went back in fancy through all the
many happy hours he had spent in her society. While doing this sleep
descended upon him and in his dreams he saw again his darling Fanny, not
false and faithless as he had feared, but arrayed in a spotless bridal
robe. She stood by his side as his own wedded wife. Was that dream ever
realized? We shall see.