Mirage

I remember hearing, that in the East the clear and azure waters seem to flow before the weary and parched traveller; yet a little further, and on he urges his weary way, but in vain—the fair stream is a delusion. Even thus happiness is the mirage which leads us over the desert of life, ever fated to end in deceit and disappointment.

All that had been in his mind seemed suddenly miraged before him—the removal of Hunterleys, his own wife's failing health.