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There
was
Brewer
at
the
office
,
with
his
waxed
moustache
,
coral
tie-pin
,
white
slip
,
and
pleasurable
emotions
--
all
coldness
and
clamminess
within
--
his
geraniums
ruined
in
the
War
--
his
cook
's
nerves
destroyed
;
or
Amelia
What
's
hername
,
handing
round
cups
of
tea
punctually
at
five
--
a
leering
,
sneering
obscene
little
harpy
;
and
the
Toms
and
Berties
in
their
starched
shirt
fronts
oozing
thick
drops
of
vice
.
They
never
saw
him
drawing
pictures
of
them
naked
at
their
antics
in
his
notebook
.
In
the
street
,
vans
roared
past
him
;
brutality
blared
out
on
placards
;
men
were
trapped
in
mines
;
women
burnt
alive
;
and
once
a
maimed
file
of
lunatics
being
exercised
or
displayed
for
the
diversion
of
the
populace
(
who
laughed
aloud
)
,
ambled
and
nodded
and
grinned
past
him
,
in
the
Tottenham
Court
Road
,
each
half
apologetically
,
yet
triumphantly
,
inflicting
his
hopeless
woe
.
And
would
HE
go
mad
?
At
tea
Rezia
told
him
that
Mrs.
Filmer
's
daughter
was
expecting
a
baby
.
SHE
could
not
grow
old
and
have
no
children
!
She
was
very
lonely
,
she
was
very
unhappy
!
She
cried
for
the
first
time
since
they
were
married
.
Far
away
he
heard
her
sobbing
;
he
heard
it
accurately
,
he
noticed
it
distinctly
;
he
compared
it
to
a
piston
thumping
.
But
he
felt
nothing
.
His
wife
was
crying
,
and
he
felt
nothing
;
only
each
time
she
sobbed
in
this
profound
,
this
silent
,
this
hopeless
way
,
he
descended
another
step
into
the
pit
.
At
last
,
with
a
melodramatic
gesture
which
he
assumed
mechanically
and
with
complete
consciousness
of
its
insincerity
,
he
dropped
his
head
on
his
hands
.
Now
he
had
surrendered
;
now
other
people
must
help
him
.
People
must
be
sent
for
.
He
gave
in
.
Nothing
could
rouse
him
.
Rezia
put
him
to
bed
.
She
sent
for
a
doctor
--
Mrs.
Filmer
's
Dr.
Holmes
.
Dr.
Holmes
examined
him
.
There
was
nothing
whatever
the
matter
,
said
Dr.
Holmes
.
Oh
,
what
a
relief
!
What
a
kind
man
,
what
a
good
man
!
thought
Rezia
.
When
he
felt
like
that
he
went
to
the
Music
Hall
,
said
Dr.
Holmes
.
He
took
a
day
off
with
his
wife
and
played
golf
.
Why
not
try
two
tabloids
of
bromide
dissolved
in
a
glass
of
water
at
bedtime
?
These
old
Bloomsbury
houses
,
said
Dr.
Holmes
,
tapping
the
wall
,
are
often
full
of
very
fine
panelling
,
which
the
landlords
have
the
folly
to
paper
over
.
Only
the
other
day
,
visiting
a
patient
,
Sir
Somebody
Something
in
Bedford
Square
--
So
there
was
no
excuse
;
nothing
whatever
the
matter
,
except
the
sin
for
which
human
nature
had
condemned
him
to
death
;
that
he
did
not
feel
.
He
had
not
cared
when
Evans
was
killed
;
that
was
worst
;
but
all
the
other
crimes
raised
their
heads
and
shook
their
fingers
and
jeered
and
sneered
over
the
rail
of
the
bed
in
the
early
hours
of
the
morning
at
the
prostrate
body
which
lay
realising
its
degradation
;
how
he
had
married
his
wife
without
loving
her
;
had
lied
to
her
;
seduced
her
;
outraged
Miss
Isabel
Pole
,
and
was
so
pocked
and
marked
with
vice
that
women
shuddered
when
they
saw
him
in
the
street
.
The
verdict
of
human
nature
on
such
a
wretch
was
death
.
Dr.
Holmes
came
again
.
Large
,
fresh
coloured
,
handsome
,
flicking
his
boots
,
looking
in
the
glass
,
he
brushed
it
all
aside
--
headaches
,
sleeplessness
,
fears
,
dreams
--
nerve
symptoms
and
nothing
more
,
he
said
.
If
Dr.
Holmes
found
himself
even
half
a
pound
below
eleven
stone
six
,
he
asked
his
wife
for
another
plate
of
porridge
at
breakfast
.
(
Rezia
would
learn
to
cook
porridge
.
)
But
,
he
continued
,
health
is
largely
a
matter
in
our
own
control
.
Throw
yourself
into
outside
interests
;
take
up
some
hobby
.
He
opened
Shakespeare
--
Antony
and
Cleopatra
;
pushed
Shakespeare
aside
.
Some
hobby
,
said
Dr.
Holmes
,
for
did
he
not
owe
his
own
excellent
health
(
and
he
worked
as
hard
as
any
man
in
London
)
to
the
fact
that
he
could
always
switch
off
from
his
patients
on
to
old
furniture
?
And
what
a
very
pretty
comb
,
if
he
might
say
so
,
Mrs.
Warren
Smith
was
wearing
!
When
the
damned
fool
came
again
,
Septimus
refused
to
see
him
.
Did
he
indeed
?
said
Dr.
Holmes
,
smiling
agreeably
.
Really
he
had
to
give
that
charming
little
lady
,
Mrs.
Smith
,
a
friendly
push
before
he
could
get
past
her
into
her
husband
's
bedroom
.
"
So
you
're
in
a
funk
,
"
he
said
agreeably
,
sitting
down
by
his
patient
's
side
.
