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And
then
they
waited
with
increasing
interest
as
the
days
passed
for
Mr
.
Warren
’
s
promised
second
visit
.
It
was
slow
in
coming
.
After
a
fortnight
Doctor
Dohmler
wrote
.
Confronted
with
further
silence
he
committed
what
was
for
those
days
"
une
folie
,
"
and
telephoned
to
the
Grand
Hotel
at
Vevey
.
He
learned
from
Mr
.
Warren
’
s
valet
that
he
was
at
the
moment
packing
to
sail
for
America
.
But
reminded
that
the
forty
francs
Swiss
for
the
call
would
show
up
on
the
clinic
books
,
the
blood
of
the
Tuileries
Guard
rose
to
Doctor
Dohmler
’
s
aid
and
Mr
.
Warren
was
got
to
the
phone
.
"
It
is
—
absolutely
necessary
—
that
you
come
.
Your
daughter
’
s
health
—
all
depends
.
I
can
take
no
responsibility
.
"
"
But
look
here
,
Doctor
,
that
’
s
just
what
you
’
re
for
.
I
have
a
hurry
call
to
go
home
!
"
Doctor
Dohmler
had
never
yet
spoken
to
any
one
so
far
away
but
he
dispatched
his
ultimatum
so
firmly
into
the
phone
that
the
agonized
American
at
the
other
end
yielded
.
Half
an
hour
after
this
second
arrival
on
the
Zurichsee
,
Warren
had
broken
down
,
his
fine
shoulders
shaking
with
awful
sobs
inside
his
easy
fitting
coat
,
his
eyes
redder
than
the
very
sun
on
Lake
Geneva
,
and
they
had
the
awful
story
.
"
It
just
happened
,
"
he
said
hoarsely
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
—
I
don
’
t
know
.
"
After
her
mother
died
when
she
was
little
she
used
to
come
into
my
bed
every
morning
,
sometimes
she
’
d
sleep
in
my
bed
.
I
was
sorry
for
the
little
thing
.
Oh
,
after
that
,
whenever
we
went
places
in
an
automobile
or
a
train
we
used
to
hold
hands
.
She
used
to
sing
to
me
.
We
used
to
say
,
‘
Now
let
’
s
not
pay
any
attention
to
anybody
else
this
afternoon
—
let
’
s
just
have
each
other
—
for
this
morning
you
’
re
mine
.
’
"
A
broken
sarcasm
came
into
his
voice
.
"
People
used
to
say
what
a
wonderful
father
and
daughter
we
were
—
they
used
to
wipe
their
eyes
.
We
were
just
like
lovers
—
and
then
all
at
once
we
were
lovers
—
and
ten
minutes
after
it
happened
I
could
have
shot
myself
—
except
I
guess
I
’
m
such
a
Goddamned
degenerate
I
didn
’
t
have
the
nerve
to
do
it
.
"
"
Then
what
?
"
said
Doctor
Dohmler
,
thinking
again
of
Chicago
and
of
a
mild
pale
gentleman
with
a
pince
-
nez
who
had
looked
him
over
in
Zurich
thirty
years
before
.
"
Did
this
thing
go
on
?
"
"
Oh
,
no
!
She
almost
—
she
seemed
to
freeze
up
right
away
