Tom summoned Sheraton.
"Clear all these things away," he said.
"Yes, sir."
"I'm going out."
"Yes, sir." "Dinner jacket to-night, sir?"
"No, I'm not dressing." He went to the door, then turned round. "Sheraton!"
"Yes sir!"
"What's the matter with me?"
"I beg your pardon, sir!"
"What's the matter with me? You know what I mean as well as I do. Ever since I came back.... I can't take an interest in anything—not in anything nor in anybody. To-day, for instance, I didn't hear a word that they were saying, not one of them, and they made enough noise, too! I don't care for anything, I don't want anything, I don't like anything, I don't hate anything. It's as though I were asleep—and yet I'm not asleep either. What's the matter with me, Sheraton?"