Wait for the day, the day you know of." She unwound her arms and shivered slightly.

Her hurt eyes regarded him wonderingly.
"Leopold," she faltered, "what has changed you like this?
What has dried up all the passion in you?
You are a different man.

Let me look at you." She caught him by the shoulders, dragged him underneath the electric globe, and stood there gazing into his face.

The great log upon the hearth was spluttering and fizzing.

Through the closed door came the faint wave of conversation and laughter from outside.