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           ’Themodernworldhasonlyvulgarizedemotionbylettingitloose.Whatweneedisclassiccontrol.’

           ’Yes,’shesaidslowly,thinkingofhimlisteningwithvacantfacetotheemotionalidiocyoftheradio.’Peoplepretendtohaveemotions,andtheyreallyfeelnothing.Isupposethatisbeingromantic.’

           ’Exactly!’hesaid.

           Asamatteroffact,hewastired.Thiseveninghadtiredhim.Hewouldratherhavebeenwithhistechnicalbooks,orhispit-manager,orlistening-intotheradio.

           MrsBoltoncameinwithtwoglassesofmaltedmilk:forClifford,tomakehimsleep,andforConnie,tofattenheragain.Itwasaregularnight-capshehadintroduced.

           Conniewasgladtogo,whenshehaddrunkherglass,andthankfulsheneedn’thelpCliffordtobed.Shetookhisglassandputitonthetray,thentookthetray,toleaveitoutside.

           ’GoodnightClifford!Dosleepwell!TheRacinegetsintoonelikeadream.Goodnight!’

           Shehaddriftedtothedoor.Shewasgoingwithoutkissinghimgoodnight.Hewatchedherwithsharp,coldeyes.So!Shedidnotevenkisshimgoodnight,afterhehadspentaneveningreadingtoher.Suchdepthsofcallousnessinher!Evenifthekisswasbutaformality,itwasonsuchformalitiesthatlifedepends.ShewasaBolshevik,really.HerinstinctswereBolshevistic!Hegazedcoldlyandangrilyatthedoorwhenceshehadgone.Anger!

           Andagainthedreadofthenightcameonhim.