 his straying, darkened
eyes seemed to search the room for something. One of his footfalls somehow
sounded louder than the other - the fault of his boots probably - and gave a
curious impression of an invisible halt in his gait. One of his hands was rammed
deep into his trousers pocket, the other waved suddenly above his head. Slam the
door! he shouted. I've been waiting for that. I'll show yet... I'll... I'm ready
for any confounded thing.... I've been dreaming of it... Jove! Get out of this.
Jove! This is luck at last.... You wait. I'll...
    He tossed his head fearlessly, and I confess that for the first and last
time in our acquaintance I perceived myself unexpectedly to be thoroughly sick
of him. Why these vapourings? He was stumping about the room flourishing his arm
absurdly, and now and then feeling on his breast for the ring under his clothes.
Where was the sense of such exaltation in a man appointed to be a trading-clerk,
and in a place where there was no trade - at that? Why hurl defiance at the
universe? This was not a proper frame of mind to approach any undertaking; an
improper frame of mind not only for him, I said, but for any man. He stood still
over me. Did I think so? he asked, by no means subdued, and with a smile in
which I seemed to detect suddenly something insolent. But then I am twenty years
his senior. Youth is insolent; it is its right - its necessity; it has got to
assert itself, and all assertion in this world of doubts is a defiance, is an
insolence. He went off into a far corner, and coming back, he, figuratively
speaking, turned to rend me. I spoke like that because I - even I, who had been
no end kind to him - even I remembered - remembered - against him - what - what
had happened. And what about others - the - the - world? Where's the wonder he
wanted to get out, meant to get out, meant to stay out - by heavens! And I
talked about proper frames of mind!
    It is not I or the world who remember, I shouted. It is you - you, who
remember.
    He did not flinch, and went on with heat, Forget everything, everybody,
everybody.... His voice fell.... But you
