Michael was sobbing with his face in his
   hands. “Michael!” cried Leo, with a look of
   consternation. “Now you’ve done it! You’re
   so drunk you can’t control yourself. I think
   I’d better take you home!” He put his hand
   on Michael’s shivering shoulder, but the
   other shook him off petulantly and contin-
   ued to sob.
   “Good Lord!” exclaimed Leo in some
   embarrassment. He stole a glance down the
   length of the bar to see if anyone was watch-
   ing this little scene. “Stop being a baby, will
   you?” Then he began to laugh nervously.
   “General lacrimae rerum is it? Is that why
   you’re crying, the tears of things? My God,
   you’re making a spectacle of yourself—some
   people are beginning to watch you. Stop it,
   Michael…”
   Michael didn’t seem to hear what Leo
   was saying.
   Leo curled his lip a bit scornfully: “You
   fool,” he said. “Stop being a pampered baby.
   I’ve never seen such stickish weakness,
   such drunkenness. It’s not like you at all;
   when I first knew you—”
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   “Good Lord!”
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   But Michael went on sobbing, with his
   face hidden in his trembling hands.
   “Everybody’s looking at you now,” Leo
   whispered. “Stop it! And do you think
   they’re sympathizing with you? Not on your
   life!! If you think that, you’re certainly a psy-
   chotic case—you’re just a foolish spectacle,
   that’s about all…”
   Leo began to be very embarrassed, sit-
   ting there with a man who wept into his
   hands like a woman. He picked up his
   books tentatively.
   “Well,” he said, after a pause. “I’m going
   now. You’d better stop this or they’ll throw
   you out. Come, now, aren’t you ever going
   to stop.” Leo rose from his seat. “I’m going
   now, Michael. Good-bye, Michael.”
   Michael didn’t answer.
   Leo hesitated another moment or two
   and then, bestowing a nervous pat on
   Michael’s quivering shoulder, he walked
   away somewhat self-consciously. A man
   was standing near the door as Leo
   approached it.
   He took Leo’s arm.
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   “What’s the mat-
   ter with him
   over there, that
   fellow you were
   sitting with
   who’s crying?
   Hey? Has someone
   stolen his lol-
   lipop, his itsy-
   bitsy lollipop?
   Hey? Is that
   it...”
   Leo didn’t answer, and, disengaging himself
   from the man’s grip, went out the door.
   “That’s what it is, isn’t it?” the man called
   after him, and turned back to watch
   Michael, laughing and shaking his head.
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   VII
   WALKING ALONG
   THE BOULEVARD,
   Paul was trying to decide where he
   should go in order to find Michael.
   Suddenly, he realized that he must go to
   his room. Would Michael be there? Most
   likely. And if not—it was time to go there
   in any event, and tidy up the room a bit,
   and perhaps pay another week’s rent in
   advance. Paul still had some of the
   money that Michael had given him the
   night of the party; he hadn’t spent much
   during his week in the country.
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   Although Michael had heretofore never
   visited Paul’s room, perhaps he would be
   there now, tonight. He might also be in some
   bar getting drunk, a habit of his when things
   went wrong. Paul decided to go to his room
   first.
   It was raining harder as he turned up M
   street and strode along beneath the dripping
   street lamp. Yes—Michael might want to talk
   to him at last, of that Paul was almost certain.
   With a mounting feeling of certainty, Paul
   hurried to his gate and descended the stone
   steps. Surely enough, the oil lamp was burn-
   ing in his room, its yellow light fell feebly on
   the dark puddles outside from underneath
   the drawn shade.
   Paul hastened along the damp hallway
   and flung open his door.
   “Helen!” he cried with joyous wonder.
   A tall dark-haired girl stood in the center
   of the room. She smiled and held out her
   hands.
   Paul, all beside himself with excitement,
   ran up to Helen and stopped just short of her
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   outstretched hands. He teetered there for a
   moment, looking incredulously into her face;
   then, with a sighing smile, he dropped down
   on his knees and took both of her hands in
   his and began to kiss them over and over
   again.
   “Get off your knees,” Helen cried, blush-
   ing. “Don’t be a fool.”
   “Helen darling! Helen darling! I knew I
   had to come here—I felt it! When did you
   arrive here?”
   “Just a few minutes ago,” she replied.
   “Please get off your knees,” and she blushed
   again charmingly.
   Paul rose and led Helen to the couch.
   Sitting her down slowly, and sitting beside
   her, he kissed her reverently on the brow,
   and then buried his face in her hair.
   “You’ve come at last,” he whispered. “It’s
   been so long. But I knew you’d come. Oh,
   God! I’m so happy, so damned happy! Look!”
   he cried suddenly, jumping up from the
   couch and pointing to a pile of books on the
   table. “Guess what? I’ve been studying and
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   learning all the while, and I’ve met all sorts
   of intelligent students, friends of Michael’s.”
   “Have you really been happy?”
   “No! No! That, to say that, is to defame
   this moment… Now I’m happy. Oh Helen,”
   he cried, changing his tone again impul-
   sively, and dropping on the couch beside
   her. “Now that you’ve come, now that
   you’ve come…it will all be over! Say that it
   will!”
   “We’ll wait,” she said slowly.
   “Wait? Wait? For what?… For Michael?
   He never comes here; he hasn’t once come
   to my room. Only once he spoke a friendly
   word, the night of a party to which I wasn’t
   invited, and he wanted to know if I was
   going to come anyway. I thought that was
   the moment then, but nothing happened.
   And later that night, he gave me money—he
   still has all that money left he took with
   him—but he gave it to me scornfully.
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   Helen,  
					     					 			it’s got
   to stop; it’s
   got to happen
   some time!”
   “He’ll come here tonight,” Helen said.
   “He may not.”
   “We’ll wait here for him.”
   “But how can you be sure? Do you feel it,
   Helen?”
   She was silent.
   Paul got up and began to stride around
   the room impatiently. Coming back to
   Helen, he fell on his knees again and began
   to kiss her wrists feverishly. “I don’t know,”
   he said, looking up at her fearfully, his face
   distorted in the lamplight. “I don’t know,
   Helen darling…”
   “Well,” Helen assured him, stroking his
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   hair, “I do.”
   Paul now lapsed into an ecstatic silence.
   Then he jumped up again and went over to
   the table. “All these books,” he said proud-
   ly. Then, taking out a sheaf of papers from
   his pockets, he threw them on the table.
   “And these are some of his writings. I think
   I understand most of them—I criticized
   them to Leo this afternoon.”
   “Who’s Leo?”
   “A very brilliant student we know here at
   Custos Nostrom University, one of my
   friends.”
   “And what have you been doing for a liv-
   ing?” Helen asked. “Give me those papers
   so I can look at them.” Paul brought the
   papers over. He looked down at his shoes
   and chuckled. “Well,” he said warily, “I
   started out all right, when I first got here. I
   had a job running an elevator, up and down,
   the little children coming home from school
   at noon, the old ladies with their dogs, the
   old gentlemen going out for their constitu-
   tionals, some of them retired savants…”
   “And?” Helen persisted.
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   “Well, after a while, I was so busy, I had
   to quit.”
   “Busy at what?”
   “Well, helping Anthony among other
   things—he’s another wonderful friend of
   mine, a drunkard but a wonderful soul—
   and attending classes. Did I tell you? I
   attended classes like a regular student for
   awhile, until one day the Professor had to
   put me out because I got mad over a theory
   that Arthur was propounding. Arthur is
   another friend of mine, a bit of a poet.”
   “Then what did you do for a living, after
   you quit your job?”
   Paul looked at Helen. “As I say… You
   know, he gave me money.”
   Helen shrugged her shoulders.
   “And why not?” Paul wanted to know.
   “But now!” he added triumphantly, “Now
   you’re here, and it will be all over at last,
   won’t it?”
   “I hope so,” Helen whispered. “Come, sit
   with me some more. Kiss me, you fool—you
   haven’t kissed me on the mouth yet.”
   Paul ran laughing to Helen and kissed
   her.
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   “We’ll go
   back,” he whis-
   pered savagely,
   “we’ll go back
   and bask by the
   river bank,
   won’t we? And
   you’ll pre-
   pare lunches...”
   “Oh,” Helen
   said, laughing,
   “I hate pic-
   nics. You and
   your picnics!”
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   “And I’ve thought of all kinds of wonder-
   ful new ideas. Here’s what I’d like us to do.
   We’ll spend the whole summer going
   around in our bare feet, somewhere among
   the pine trees, not far from the surf. I want
   to be up in the morning when the first ray of
   dawn makes the top of the pines crack!
   And—”
   “All right,” Helen interrupted happily,
   “that’s enough of your dreaming for now.”
   “As though these things were impossi-
   ble!” Paul cried wrathfully. “Who?” he
   asked. “Who is going to tell me it’s impossi-
   ble! Are you like those other people, like
   Michael—afraid of being happy?”
   “You’re talking gibberish,” Helen
   mocked, pulling at Paul’s sleeve playfully.
   “Don’t get mad!”
   “I am mad!” Paul cried. He paced the
   room. “I want to know where all this
   meanness of spirit comes from—the world’s
   crazy!” He went over to the table and
   banged it. Then, changing his attitude
   again in the flicker of a moment, he came
   back to Helen and buried his face in her
   hair. “Do you really think he’s coming?”
   “I think so, yes.”
   “You know, he hasn’t changed much—
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   he’s the same as when he left, only perhaps
   worse. He’s more miserable than ever. He
   tried to hit me with a floor lamp one night.
   Helen, this can’t go on.” They were silent,
   and they could hear the wind blow outside,
   and the rain spatter into the street.
   “Would you like a sandwich?” Paul asked.
   “No, not yet. And your bread is all mouldy.
   Let’s lie down and wait.”
   Helen and Paul embraced each other,
   with both their heads on the same pillow,
   and in a few moments, Paul was dozing fit-
   fully. Helen was watching him sadly. After
   several minutes of droning rain-sounds,
   Helen heard a step in the hall; there was a
   knock on the door. Paul jumped up, startled
   out of a half dream. He went to the door and
   opened it. Leo was standing in the hall.
   “Ah, here you are,” Leo said.
   Paul said coldly, “Well?”
   “I’ve been looking for you,” Leo began
   uncertainly, in the face of Paul’s morose
   reception. “I’m on my way to my room to
   study, and…well, I just wanted to tell you
   that Michael is in the Boulevard Bar, very
   drunk, and he’s weeping and making a com-
   plete show of himself…”
   “Weeping?” Paul cried anxiously. “Why?”
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   “I don’t know,” said Leo. “He’s just drunk,
   that’s all, and he looks as though he were com-
   ing down with an illness or something—”
   Helen came to the door and looked at
   Leo. The latter was startled out of his wits,
   but not quite enough to lose control of the
   situation.
   “Why,” he said politely, “how do you do?”
   “This is Leo, Helen,” Paul said sullenly.
   “Leo, Helen.”
   Leo bowed from the waist.
   “Goodbye,” said Paul, and closed the
   door in the other’s face. “Now,” he said,
   turning to Helen, “what are we going to do?
   Did you hear what he just said? — Michael’s
   sick, and drunk, and he’s crying in the bar.
    
					     					 			I knew all this business would break him in
   time—just today he was cast out of his com-
   fortable little nook with a woman old
   enough to be his mother.”
   Helen went over to the table and stood by
   it reflectively. “What were you saying about
   a woman?” she asked presently.
   “He was living with Maureen. Then,
   when she found out of another affair, she
   threw him out.. And the other girl doesn’t
   want Michael, and he, like a fool, is taking
   everything seriously. Oh! He has done so
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   many stupid things lately, I’m ashamed of
   myself!” Paul sat on the couch. Again he
   asked, “What are we going to do?”
   “Do? We’ll just wait.” Helen sat down
   beside him.
   “I don’t see your logic!” Paul cried impa-
   tiently.
   “There’s no logic involved in it,” Helen
   replied calmly. “Let’s lie down and wait
   some more. Get some sleep; you look fear-
   fully worn out.”
   Paul smiled tenderly. “Oh Helen,” he
   said, “if you only knew how much I love
   you, if only! All right, I won’t be a pest. I’ll
   be quiet, and we’ll wait. Everything’ll be all
   right, won’t it?”
   “Yes, Paul.”
   Paul stretched out on the couch and
   placed his head in her bosom. “I’m going to
   sleep, yes,” he told her. “When I wake up, it
   will be all over, and we’ll be together and in
   love, like before… Helen, do you think that
   Michael’s change will affect us?… do you
   think it will be different?”
   “Perhaps.”
   “He wanted to be an artist,” Paul said
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   sadly, “and he left. It won’t be the same man
   any more,” he added gloomily.
   “It might be a better man,” Helen said, “if
   only…he will come.”
   They again fell into a long, peaceful
   silence. Helen was stroking Paul’s hair; her
   own long dark hair had disengaged itself
   and fallen loosely over her cheek. She
   watched Paul, as he began to fall asleep,
   and stroked his hair…for a long time…and
   waited. The rain drummed on the window.
   “Call our secret call from where you are,”
   she whispered softly, so as not to waken
   Paul, who was now asleep, “and I shall call