Thus sometimes a man stands and waits for a specific hour when fortune shall come, and at the same time, fortune already stands behind him, and she is a white, rosy-cheeked, wondrous girl who waits with heart pounding for the man to embrace her; and the man does not do it and thinks fortune must first come to him; and then he suddenly hears such a gentle rustling, and when he looks around, then the rosy-cheeked girl of fortune is going from him in tears, and behind him stands Mrs Sorrow with her grey cloak and grins at him and says, Blockhead, now you can wait a long time for the little girl, but I, my boy, will keep you company for a bit here.