Walter De la Mare,
The Riddle and Other Stories — The Count's Courtship
(1923)
“ Whatever the happiness within, Richard, you poor blind creature, don't you see it? Can the Count marry a woman who's all but eyeless, who can but glimmer to-day out of what will be sightless and hopeless as that night outside, to-morrow? I have been struggling against the truth. I like being here. I like—Oh, I have stayed too long. You stupid, shortsighted men! He has seen me day after day. He has seen me go fingering on from chair to chair. Was I hiding it? Do I or do I not wear spectacles? Do they distort my eyes till I look like an owl in a belfry? ”
