A true-to-life account of love and misperceptions that ends in the despondency of the two central characters. It is the story of the ups and downs of existence and being. That the love of a person shapes and polishes the character is eloquently presented. Excerpt: On a certain October Saturday he had got off as usual, early; but the afternoon light, his pilgrimage drawing to its aim, could still show him, at long range, the rare case of an established usurper. His impulse was then, as by custom, to deviate a little and wait, all the more that the occupant of the bench was a lady, and that ladies, when alone, were—at that austere ...