He looked up vacantly.
“Jules! Jules!”
He smiled now, as if awakened from a dream-sleep; he rose, went to her, to Cecile. She stood in the doorway; she had remained standing there while he played; it had seemed to her that he was playing a part of herself.
“What were you playing, Jules?” she asked.
He was quite awake now and distressed, fearing that he must have made a terrible noise in the house....
“I don’t know, Auntie,” he said.
She hugged him, suddenly, violently, in gratitude.... To him she owed it, the great mystery, since the day when he had broken out in anger against her....