The doctor agreed to send in a nurse for the coming night.
"What's the matter with you, man!" he said sharply to his patient.

"You give way! You give way! Can't you pull yourself together ?" But Aaron only became more gloomily withheld, retracting from life.
And Lilly began to be really troubled.

He got a friend to sit with the patient in the afternoon, whilst he himself went out and arranged to sleep in Aaron's room, at his lodging.
The next morning, when he came in, he found the patient lying as ever, in a sort of heap in the bed.

Nurse had had to lift him up and hold him up again.

And now Aaron lay in a sort of semi-stupor of fear, frustrated anger, misery and self-repulsion: a sort of interlocked depression.
The doctor frowned when he came.