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And yet he did not notice when twilight came, nor when the dusk's

purple turned to night until he saw lights turned up on both floors.

Nobody summoned him to dinner but he did not notice that. Connor came

to him there in the darkness and said that two other physicians had

arrived with another nurse. He went into the library where they were

just leaving to mount the stairs. They looked at him as they passed

but merely bowed and said nothing.

A steady, persistent clangour vibrated in his brain, dulling it, so

that senses like sight and hearing seemed slow as though drugged.

Suddenly like a sword the most terrible fear he ever knew passed

through him.... And after a while the dull, ringing clangour came

back, dinning, stupefying, interminable. Yet he was conscious of every

sound, every movement on the floor above.

* * * * *

One of the physicians came halfway down the stairs, looked at him; and

he rose mechanically and went up.

He saw nothing clearly in the room until he bent over Athalie.

Her eyes unclosed. She whispered: "It is all right, beloved."

Somebody led him out. He kept on, conscious of the grasp on his arm,

but seeing nothing.

* * * * *

He had been walking for a long while, somewhere between light and

darkness,--perhaps for hours, perhaps minutes. Then somebody came who

laid an arm about his shoulder and spoke of courage.

Other people were in the room, now. One said: "Don't go up yet."... Once he noticed a woman, Mrs. Connor, crying.

Connor led her away.

Others moved about or stood silent; and some one was always drawing

near him, speaking of courage. It was odd that so much darkness should

invade a lighted room.

Then somebody came down the stairs, noiselessly. The house was very

still.

And at last they let him go upstairs.