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"
I
hope
—
"
I
began
again
.
Josella
patted
my
hand
.
"
You
won
’
t
need
to
worry
at
all
,
my
dear
.
I
shall
choose
two
nice
,
sensible
girls
.
"
"
Oh
,
"
I
said
.
We
went
on
sitting
there
on
the
wall
hand
in
hand
,
looking
at
the
dappled
trees
—
but
not
seeing
them
very
much
;
at
least
I
wasn
’
t
Then
,
in
the
building
behind
us
,
someone
started
up
a
phonograph
,
playing
a
Strauss
waltz
.
It
was
painfully
nostalgic
as
it
lilted
though
the
empty
courtyard
.
For
an
instant
the
road
before
us
became
the
ghost
of
a
ballroom
:
a
swirl
of
color
,
with
the
moon
for
a
crystal
chandelier
.
Josella
slid
off
the
wall
.
With
her
arms
outstretched
,
her
wrists
and
fingers
rippling
,
her
body
swaying
,
she
danced
,
light
as
a
thistledown
,
in
a
big
circle
in
the
moonlight
.
She
came
round
to
me
,
her
eyes
shining
and
her
arms
beckoning
.
I
was
walking
through
an
unknown
and
deserted
city
where
a
bell
rang
dismally
and
a
sepulchral
,
disembodied
voice
called
in
the
emptiness
:
"
The
Beast
is
Loose
!
Beware
!
The
Beast
is
Loose
!
"
when
I
woke
to
find
that
a
bell
really
was
ringing
.
It
was
a
handbell
that
jangled
with
a
brassy
double
clatter
so
harsh
and
startling
that
for
a
moment
I
could
not
remember
where
I
was
.
Then
,
as
I
sat
up
still
bemused
,
there
came
a
sound
of
voices
calling
"
Fire
!
"
I
jumped
just
as
I
was
from
my
blankets
,
and
ran
into
the
corridor
.
There
was
a
smell
of
smoke
there
,
a
noise
of
hurried
feet
,
doors
banging
.
Most
of
the
sound
seemed
to
come
from
my
right
where
the
bell
kept
on
clanging
and
the
frightened
voices
were
calling
,
so
it
was
that
way
I
turned
and
ran
.
A
little
moonlight
filtered
in
through
tall
windows
at
the
end
of
the
passage
,
relieving
the
dimness
just
enough
for
me
to
keep
to
the
middle
of
the
way
,
and
avoid
the
people
who
were
feeling
their
way
along
the
walls
.
I
reached
the
stairs
.
The
bell
was
still
clanging
in
the
hail
below
.
I
made
my
way
down
as
fast
as
I
could
through
smoke
that
grew
thicker
.
Near
the
bottom
I
tripped
,
and
fell
forward
.
The
dimness
became
a
sudden
darkness
in
which
a
light
burst
like
a
cloud
of
needles
,
and
that
was
all
The
first
thing
was
an
ache
in
my
head
.
The
next
was
a
glare
when
I
opened
my
eyes
.
At
the
first
blink
it
was
as
dazzling
as
a
klieg
light
,
but
when
I
started
again
and
edged
the
lids
up
more
cautiously
it
turned
out
to
be
only
an
ordinary
window
,
and
grimy
,
at
that
.
