Something real, cool, and solid, lies before you something unromantic as Monday morning, when all who have work wake with the consciousness that they must rise and betake themselves thereto.

I like this day; I like that sky of steel; I like the
sternness and stillness of the world under this frost.

There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.