n you if you ventured t suctle room! But you must promise me, if you love me, to leave it  is only a private study, a ;denquot;, as times, on t yet inevitable occasions o savour t;

    ttle tarligyard as,  elepaken a piano-tuner on to taff; to take up ies t day. o , once, and then drove away.

    I  afternoon and no sleep. I lay tossing and turning in ral bed until anot  ions of t t, s ained t toad-like, clammy  of moisture, I felt a vague desolation t ain queasy craving like t aste of coal or cainted food, for t ed to me, in ersections of flesy.

    I lay in bed alone. And I longed for ed me. ere to recompense me for t? Did all t castle o recompense me for tine  s? And ure of my desirous dread for terious being wo sery over me, ?

    t straig  me, not for all Street but for an importunate mistress tucked aer to, only by tice of scales and arpeggios? And, sloo t t given myself  unmixed tle tincture of relief.

    At last I drifted into slumber, as daylig t t, all jar of lilies beside torted t stems so ting droo greeniser.

    Coffee and croissants to console tary ion of comb on a glass saucer. tic juice from an orange into a c ing pleasure except to  tuner  , I sprang out of bed and pulled on my old serge skirt and flannel blouse, costume of a student, in  ease hes.

    After my tice, I called tuner in, to t young, le mout fixed upon me alt see me. er in t augrade so t  satisfactory. Yes.   sometimes be alloo ainly. o kno I had smiled.