Chapter XXXIX 

Deals with Weddings 

Anne felt that life partook of the nature of an anticlimax during the first few weeks after her return to Green Gables. She missed the merry comradeship of Patty's Place. She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that, while solitude with dreams is glorious, solitude without them has few charms. 

She had not seen Roy again after their painful parting in the park pavilion; but Dorothy came to see her before she left Kingsport. 

"I'm awfully sorry you won't marry Roy," she said. "I did want you for a sister. But you are quite right. He would bore you to death. I love him, and he is a dear sweet boy, but really he isn't a bit interesting. He looks as if he ought to be, but he isn't." 

"This won't spoil OUR friendship, will it, Dorothy?" Anne had asked wistfully. 

"No, indeed. You're too good to lose. If I can't have you for a sister I mean to keep you as a chum anyway. And don't fret over Roy. He is feeling terribly just now--I have to listen to his outpourings every day--but he'll get over it. He always does." 

"Oh--ALWAYS?" said Anne with a slight change of voice. "So he has 'got over it' before?" 

"Dear me, yes," said Dorothy frankly. "Twice before. And he raved to me just the same both times. Not that the others actually refused him--they simply announced their engagements to some one else. Of course, when he met you he vowed to me that he had never really loved before--that the previous affairs had been merely boyish fancies. But I don't think you need worry." 
Does his sister think his mood will last long?
but he'll get over it. He always does