I wondered peevishly why they couldn’t put her anywhere else instead of quartering her on me. To get rid of her, I undressed quickly, extinguished my light, and went to bed. But, as I fell asleep, I could not forget that she was still there looking, “Is it really, though? I want to know”; and when I awoke in the night, I found that I was uneasily asking all sorts of people in my dreams whether it really was or not⁠—without knowing what I meant.