His was the curious, the musicians’ corner,
Whence he could see how Dora sat and trembled,
Wondering what next—why she was here.
“The dog!” he growled, catching on Daniel’s face,
In a far corner, hunger and indifference
Fighting. Hunger—damn him—for my child,
My child, Darius said, whom he has changed;
And smothering this, the smoke of a pretence
That nothing here was wrong, nothing at all.
The soldier had come back. Darius saw him.