〃Have you done with me?〃 he asked her at length; lifting his
head。
〃It isnt me;〃 she said。 〃You have done with me……we have
done with each other。〃
He looked at her; at the closed face; which he thought so
cruel。 And he knew he could never touch her again。 His will was
broken; he was seared; but he clung to the life of his body。
〃Well; what have I done?〃 he asked; in a rather querulous
voice。
〃I dont know;〃 she said; in the same dull; feelingless
voice。 〃It is finished。 It had been a failure。〃
He was silent。 The words still burned his bowels。
〃Is it my fault?〃 he said; looking up at length; challenging
the last stroke。
〃You couldnt〃 she began。 But she broke
down。
He turned away; afraid to hear more。 She began to gather her
bag; her handkerchief; her umbrella。 She must be gone now。 He
was waiting for her to be gone。
At length the carriage came and she drove away with the rest。
When she was out of sight; a great relief came over him; a
pleasant banality。 In an instant; everything was obliterated。 He
was childishly amiable and panionable all the day long。 He
was astonished that life could be so nice。 It was better than it
had been before。 What a simple thing it was to be rid of her!
How friendly and simple everything felt to him。 What false thing
had she been forcing on him?
But at night he dared not be alone。 His room…mate had gone;
and the hours of darkness were an agony to him。 He watched the
window in suffering and terror。 When would this horrible
darkness be lifted off him? Setting all his nerves; he endured
it。 He went to sleep with the dawn。
He never thought of her。 Only his terror of the hours of
night grew on him; obsessed him like a mania。 He slept fitfully;
with constant wakings of anguish。 The fear wore away the core of