“Excuse me…” Juditopped. Sigeristic flutter of tor is already out on a call— be ed my dressing go up and dourned into passages and corridors, arrived ba t in a part of t seen before. Finally o a series of rooms t I took to be Miss inter’s private suite. e paused before a closed door, and Juditroubled look. I ood y, from beerrupted by jagged gasps for breat in.

        I onised so! U of ts overstuffed upery, lavisapestries, ttle room. ter, tuffed ood a narroe covers. At tain ting t in. Slumped over a plain little se, er. Gone were    purple. Se long-sleeved chemise, and she was weeping.

        A onal scraping of air over vocal cords. Jarring    veered intorso sraveled to o ed against top. Judito replace a cuser’s temple; Miss inter, utterly possessed by t to knohere.

        ‘I’ve never seen o e of panic, ”I don’t knoo do.“

        Miss inter’s moutorted into oo big for it.

        ‘It’s all rigo Judit er.

        ‘o    on ation. ”It’s all rig    my o my fat I kne will pass.“

        t stop, nor t t. Sime betake in desperate, shs of air.

        ‘You’re not alone. I’m h you.“

        Eventually s. to my y ribs I could feel tle flutters of breatender vulsions in her lungs. her hands were very cold in mine.

        ‘there now.“

        e sat in sileninutes. I pulled t more o rub some o    of    he desk.

        ‘ried to say something? Again her lips moved.

        ty catc er y catc seems a brutal question no at time,    flood of tears    all etiquette aness did not feel out of place.

        My question caused    spasm of pain, but when she spoke, she was unequivocal.

        ‘Not Emmeline. Not    her.“

        “hen?”

        S, began to sy. Beginning to fear t it    my fato do to e enderly, I stroked il, sooto rest her head on my shoulder.

        Finally s enougo be able to put o bed. in a sleepy, co stay, and so I stayed cime to time a surbed il tled bato peace.

        t my fat rose out of t    ing sands, day-trippers e to admire tecture and enjoy ticed t o tares of strangers. But not mine. I sa leaped. It o a mirror and seeing myself plete. it ardor I stared at t urned aare and reacs’ il t dark. ter, in t, betion, “ ’s all rig alone.”

        Sometime later, Dr. Clifton came. uro see    t ime already. I slipped past , and t know o read.
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