By the next morning, Edna feels again that Robert really does love her. As Chopin's writing in this passage makes clear, however, the Robert who loves Edna is only the Robert of her imagination. He does not come to see her that day. Arobin continues to visit her, sensing as he does-but misunderstanding, since he thinks it is directed at him-"the latent sensuality" awakening within her. The chapter ends in sharp contrast to the way it began: she falls asleep feeling no despondency, and wakes up in the morning feeling no hope. Readers sense that Edna's realization that the Robert who loves her is a fiction of her own making leaves Edna with a sense of emptiness.