I was obliged, that I might not give way to a desire to kill him immediately, to 'caress' him.

I filled his glass at the table, I grew enthusiastic over his playing, I talked to him with an extremely amiable smile, and I invited him to dinner the following Sunday, and to play again.

I told him that I would invite some of my acquaintances, lovers of his art, to hear him.
"Two or three days later I was entering my house, in conversation with a friend, when in the hall I suddenly felt something as heavy as a stone weighing on my heart, and I could not account for it.

And it was this, it was this: in passing through the hall, I had noticed something which reminded me of HIM.

Not until I reached my study did I realize what it was, and I returned to the hall to verify my conjecture.