"Where've you been?" he choked out.
She waved her hand over towards where Kraill was. She could not speak.
"Whose is this hat? It's that damned professor's!"
"Yes."
"Where is he? Why are you crying? He's come here after you!" he raved.
"He's gone," she said faintly. "Gone—for always. Except in my thoughts—inhibited thoughts—thoughts washed and boiled—thoughts—Oh—sterilized."
"What in hell are you talking about?" he cried, taking her by the shoulders and shaking her fiercely. "Why are you crying, I say?"
"Because he's gone," she said, and cried all the more.
"My God! The impudence of it—telling me," he shouted, and seemed to be strangling with rage.
"The—the—honesty of it, Louis. Oh and—the—the awfulness of it! I'm crying because I can't bear it!"