"Sit down--listen to me!" And as though he were afraid of seeing her take her departure, he pushed her down on the solitary chair in the room.

Then he paced about in growing agitation.

The little dressing room was airless and full of sunlight, and no sound from the outside world disturbed its pleasant, peaceful, dampish atmosphere.

In the pauses of conversation the shrillings of the canary were alone audible and suggested the distant piping of a flute.
"Listen," he said, planting himself in front of her, "I've come to possess myself of you again.

Yes, I want to begin again.