When I came into my room and turned on the light, I could not believe my eyes! O-90 stood at my table, or to be more exact, she was hanging like a creased empty dress. She seemed to have no tensity, no spring beneath the dress; her arms and legs were springless, her voice was hanging and springless.

“About my letter, did you receive it? Yes? I must know your answer, I must⁠—today.”

I shrugged my shoulders. I enjoyed looking into her blue eyes which were filled with tears as if she were the guilty one. I lingered over my answer. With pleasure I pricked her:

“Answer? Well.⁠ ⁠… You are right. Undoubtedly. In everything.”

“Then⁠ ⁠…” (She tried to cover the minute tremor with a smile but it did not escape me.) “Well, all right. I shall⁠ ⁠… I shall leave you at once.”