How is she to-day ?" "She seemed to have a headache--or she was oppressed by the heat.
Nothing serious, I fancy, but I came away, as I fancied I was tiring her." "Not likely," observed Keyork.

"Do you know Israel Kafka ?" he asked suddenly.
"Israel Kafka," repeated the Wanderer thoughtfully, as though searching in his memory.
"Then you do not," said Keyork.

"You could only have seen him since you have been here.

He is one of Unorna's most interesting patients, and mine as well.

He is a little odd." Keyork tapped his ivory forehead significantly with one finger.
"Mad," suggested the Wanderer.
"Mad, if you prefer the term.