Paul enjoyed the drive and the sights of the busy streets at its end . He was all excitement and animation . After they had had tea at the house of the friend where Miss Trevor meant to spend the night , they went for a walk in the park . Paul was tired and very quiet when they came back . He was put away to sleep in a bedroom whose splendours frightened him , and left alone . At first Paul lay very still on his luxurious perfumed pillows . It was the first night he had ever spent away from the little seaward-looking loft where he could touch the rafters with his hands . He thought of it now and a lump came into his throat and a strange , new , bitter longing came into his heart . He missed the sea plashing on the rocks below him -- he could not sleep without that old lullaby . He turned his face into the pillow , and the longing and loneliness grew worse and hurt him until he moaned . Oh , he wanted to be back home ! Surely he had not left it -- he could never have meant to leave it . Out there the stars would be shining over the harbour . Stephen would be sitting at the door , all alone , with his violin . But he would not be playing it -- all at once Paul knew he would not be playing it . He would be sitting there with his head bowed and the loneliness in his heart calling to the loneliness in Paul 's heart over all the miles between them . Oh , he could never have really meant to leave Stephen . And Nora ? Nora would be down on the rocks waiting for him -- for him , Paul , who would never come to her more . He could see her elfin little face peering around the point , watching for him wistfully .
Paul sat up in bed , choking XXXXX tears .
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