"Oh，look，look！"They spoke in low，scared voices."Whatever is the matter with her？Why is she so fat？"
They had never seen a face like hers before-had never seen a face that was not youthful and taut-skinned，a body that had ceased to be slim and upright.All these moribund sexagenarians had the appearance of childish girls.At forty-four，Linda seemed，by contrast，a monster of flaccid and distorted senility.
"Isn't she awful？"came the whispered comments."Look at her teeth！"
Suddenly from under the bed a pug-faced twin popped up between John's chair and the wall，and began peering into Linda's sleeping face.
"I say……"he began；but his sentence ended prematurely in a squeal.The Savage had seized him by the collar，lifted him clear over the chair and，with a smart box on the ears，sent him howling away.
His yells brought the Head Nurse hurrying to the rescue.
"What have you been doing to him？"she demanded fiercely."I won't have you striking the children."
"Well，then，keep them away from this bed."The Savage's voice was trembling with indignation."What are these filthy little brats doing here at all？It's disgraceful！"
"Disgraceful？But what do you mean？They're being death-conditioned.And I tell you，"she warned him truculently，"if I have any more of your interference with their conditioning，I'll send for the porters and have you thrown out."
The Savage rose to his feet and took a couple of steps towards her.His movements and the expression on his face were so menacing that the nurse fell back in terror.With a great effort he checked himself and，without speaking，turned away and sat down again by the bed.
Reassured，but with a dignity that was a trifle shrill and uncertain，"I've warned you，"said the nurse，"so mind."Still，she led the too inquisitive twins away and made them join in the game of hunt-the-zipper，which had been organized by one of her colleagues at the other end of the room.
"Run along now and have your cup of caffeine solution，dear，"she said to the other nurse.The exercise of authority restored her confidence，made her feel better."Now，children！"she called.
Linda had stirred uneasily，had opened her eyes for a moment，looked vaguely around，and then once more dropped off to sleep.Sitting beside her，the Savage tried hard to recapture his mood of a few minutes before."A，B，C，vitamin D，"he repeated to himself，as though the words were a spell that would restore the dead past to life.But the spell was ineffective.Obstinately the beautiful memories refused to rise；there was only a hateful resurrection of jealousies and uglinesses and miseries.Popé with the blood trickling down from his cut shoulder；and Linda hideously asleep，and the flies buzzing round the spilt mescal on the floor beside the bed；and the boys calling those names as she passed……Ah，no，no！He shut his eyes，he shook his head in strenuous denial of these memories."A，B，C，vitamin D……"He tried to think of those times when he sat on her knees and she put her arms about him and sang，over and over again，rocking him，rocking him to sleep."A，B，C，vitamin D，vitamin D，vitamin D……"
The Super-Vox-Wurlitzeriana had risen to a sobbing crescendo；and suddenly the verbena gave place，in the scent-circulating system，to an intense patchouli.Linda stirred，woke up，stared for a few seconds bewilderedly at the Semi-finalists，then，lifting her face，sniffed once or twice at the newly perfumed air and suddenly smiled-a smile of childish ecstasy.
"Popé！"she murmured，and closed her eyes."Oh，I do so like it，I do……"She sighed and let herself sink back into the pillows.
"But，Linda！"The Savage spoke imploringly."Don't you know me？"He had tried so hard，had done his very best；why wouldn't she allow him to forget？He squeezed her limp hand almost with violence，as though he would force her to come back from this dream of ignoble pleasures，from these base and hateful memories-back into the present，back into reality；the appalling present，the awful reality-but sublime，but significant，but desperately important precisely because of the imminence of that which made them so fearful."Don't you know me，Linda？"
He felt the faint answering pressure of her hand.The tears started into his eyes.He bent over her and kissed her.
Her lips moved."Popé！"she whispered again，and it was as though he had had a pailful of ordure thrown in his face.
Anger suddenly boiled up in him.Balked for the second time，the passion of his grief had found another outlet，was transformed into a passion of agonized rage.
