I shall if I'm left alone--come and sit with me, for God's sake." "Very well," said I.
She passed me and I followed; but at the door I turned and glanced round the cheerful, sunny room.

There, against the background of blue sky and tree tops framed by the window, sat Anastasius Papadopoulos, swinging his little legs and talking bombastically to the tanned and grizzled doctor, and opposite stood the correctly attired hotel manager in the attitude in which he habitually surveyed the lay-out of the table d'hote, keeping watch beside the white-covered shape on the floor.

I was glad to shut the sight from my eyes.

We waited silently in the bedroom, Lola sitting on the bed and hiding her face in the pillows, and I standing by the window and looking out at the smiling mockery of the fair earth.

An agonising spasm of pain--a _momento mori_--shot through me and passed away.