At length I reach my room. Alone at last! But here I find another thing, the telephone. I pick up the receiver. “Yes, I-330 please.” And again I hear a light noise through the receiver; someone’s step in the hall there, passing the door of her room, and⁠—silence.⁠ ⁠… I drop the receiver. I cannot, cannot bear it any longer, and I run to see her!