It is so when both body and soul find their repose and happiness in the
same identical surroundings.

* * * * *

Jeanne, with some embarrassment, asked permission to use the bathroom.
I gave her leave. It is quite possible that living in the basement is
not to her taste. To put a bathroom down there would take nearly a
fortnight, and during that time I shall be deprived of my own, for I
cannot share my bathroom or my bedroom with anyone, least of all a
woman....

I shall never forget the one visit I paid to the Russian baths and the
sight of Hilda Bang. Clothed, she presents rather a fine appearance,
with a good figure; but seen amid the warm steam, in nature's garb, she
seemed horrible.

I would rather walk through an avenue of naked men than appear before
another woman without clothes. This feeling does not spring from
modesty--what is it?

* * * * *

How quiet it is here! Only on Wednesdays and Saturdays the steamer for
England goes by. I know its coming by the sound of the screw, but I take
care never to see it pass. What if I were seized with an impulse to
embark on her....

If one fine morning when Jeanne brought the tea she found the bird