But impossible! Cold, with a white fury inside him, he floated wide eyed and apart as a corpse.

He thought of the gentle love of his first married years, and became only whiter and colder, set in more intense obstinacy.

A wave of revulsion lifted him.
He became aware that he was deadly antagonistic to the landlady, that he disliked his whole circumstances.

A cold, diabolical consciousness detached itself from his state of semi-intoxication.
"Is it pretty much the same out there in India ?" he asked of the doctor, suddenly.
The doctor started, and attended to him on his own level.
"Probably," he answered.

"It is worse." "Worse!" exclaimed Aaron Sisson.