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He
had
passed
the
girl
in
the
lobby
before
supper
and
this
time
she
had
looked
at
him
and
approved
of
him
,
but
it
kept
worrying
him
:
Why
?
When
I
could
have
had
a
good
share
of
the
pretty
women
of
my
time
for
the
asking
,
why
start
that
now
?
With
a
wraith
,
with
a
fragment
of
my
desire
?
Why
?
His
imagination
pushed
ahead
—
the
old
asceticism
,
the
actual
unfamiliarity
,
triumphed
:
God
,
I
might
as
well
go
back
to
the
Riviera
and
sleep
with
Janice
Caricamento
or
the
Wilburhazy
girl
.
To
belittle
all
these
years
with
something
cheap
and
easy
?
He
was
still
excited
,
though
,
and
he
turned
from
the
veranda
and
went
up
to
his
room
to
think
.
Being
alone
in
body
and
spirit
begets
loneliness
,
and
loneliness
begets
more
loneliness
.
Upstairs
he
walked
around
thinking
of
the
matter
and
laying
out
his
climbing
clothes
advantageously
on
the
faint
heater
;
he
again
encountered
Nicole
’
s
telegram
,
still
unopened
,
with
which
diurnally
she
accompanied
his
itinerary
.
He
had
delayed
opening
it
before
supper
—
perhaps
because
of
the
garden
.
It
was
a
cablegram
from
Buffalo
,
forwarded
through
Zurich
.
"
Your
father
died
peacefully
tonight
.
HOLMES
.
"
He
felt
a
sharp
wince
at
the
shock
,
a
gathering
of
the
forces
of
resistance
;
then
it
rolled
up
through
his
loins
and
stomach
and
throat
.
He
read
the
message
again
.
He
sat
down
on
the
bed
,
breathing
and
staring
;
thinking
first
the
old
selfish
child
’
s
thought
that
comes
with
the
death
of
a
parent
,
how
will
it
affect
me
now
that
this
earliest
and
strongest
of
protections
is
gone
?
The
atavism
passed
and
he
walked
the
room
still
,
stopping
from
time
to
time
to
look
at
the
telegram
.
Holmes
was
formally
his
father
’
s
curate
but
actually
,
and
for
a
decade
,
rector
of
the
church
.
How
did
he
die
?
Of
old
age
—
he
was
seventy
-
five
.
He
had
lived
a
long
time
.
Dick
felt
sad
that
he
had
died
alone
—
he
had
survived
his
wife
,
and
his
brothers
and
sisters
;
there
were
cousins
in
Virginia
but
they
were
poor
and
not
able
to
come
North
,
and
Holmes
had
had
to
sign
the
telegram
.
Dick
loved
his
father
—
again
and
again
he
referred
judgments
to
what
his
father
would
probably
have
thought
or
done
.
Dick
was
born
several
months
after
the
death
of
two
young
sisters
and
his
father
,
guessing
what
would
be
the
effect
on
Dick
’
s
mother
,
had
saved
him
from
a
spoiling
by
becoming
his
moral
guide
.
He
was
of
tired
stock
yet
he
raised
himself
to
that
effort
.
