Even as he spoke his eye fell on the written paper which lay on the table. With one of his habitually quick gestures he snatched it up and read it to himself, while a look of great surprise dawned on his face. Immediately he read it aloud:

I am wholly miserable, and unless the clouds lift I must end my life. I love

S.

, but he does not love me.

I am wholly miserable, and unless the clouds lift I must end my life. I love S. , but he does not love me.

After he finished reading, Doctor Hills stood staring at the paper, and looked utterly perplexed.