Shemadenoanswer。Shewalkedacrosstheroomtothepianoandbegantoplay，rathernoisilyandrapidly，withoddgustsofemphasis，theshepherd’spipemusicfromthelastactin“TristanandIsolde。”Presentlyshemissedanote，failedagain，ranherfingerheavilyupthescale，struckthepianopassionatelywithherfist，makingafeeblejarinthetreble，jumpedup，andwentoutoftheroom。
Thenursefoundmestillwearingmyhelmetofbandages，partiallydressed，andpotteringroundtheroomtofindtherestofmyclothes。IwasinastateofexasperatedhungerforBeatrice，andIwastooinflamedandweakenedtoconcealthestateofmymind。Iwasfeeblyangrybecauseoftheirritationofdressing，andparticularlyofthestruggletoputonmytrouserswithoutbeingabletoseemylegs。Iwasstaggeringabout，andonceI
hadfallenoverachairandIhadupsetthejarofMichaelmasdaisies。
Imusthavebeenadetestablespectacle。“I’llgobacktobed。”
saidI，“ifImayhaveawordwithMissBeatrice。I’vegotsomethingtosaytoher。That’swhyI’mdressing。”