Upon that he speaks, as if she had spoken.
'Yes! I always made the journey first, before the changes of colours and the great landscapes and glittering processions began.

They couldn't begin till it was off my mind.

I had no room till then for anything else.' Once more he lapses into silence.

Once more she lays her hand upon his chest, and moves him slightly to and fro, as a cat might stimulate a half-slain mouse.

Once more he speaks, as if she had spoken.
[Picture: Sleeping it off] 'What?
I told you so.