What if the accepted order of things were reversed, after all?
What if that beautiful little animal were on a higher plane than he?
Certainly the cat did not suffer, and certainly suffering and doubt degraded even the greatest.
He looked at his watch and saw that Sturtevant had been gone five minutes over the half hour.

He switched off the electric light, and stood in his window, which faced the street down which the doctor in his car must come.

He realised at once that this was more endurable.
He was doing what a woman would have done long before.

He was masculine, and had not the quick instinct to stand by the window and watch out, to ease impatience.

The road was like a broad silver band under the moon.