With a look of controlled annoyance her husband closed the door. Whether the memory of his father's words was exact or not, Stefan knew their effect by heart. The door shut, his mother would begin to cry, quietly at first, then with deep, catching sobs that seemed to stifle her, so that she rose and paced the room breathlessly. Then she would hold the boy to her breast, and slowly the storm would change again to gentle tears. That day there would be no more painting. These, his earliest memories, culminated in tragedy. A spring day of driving rain witnessed the arrival of a gray, plain-faced woman, who mounted to his mother's room. The house seemed full of mysterious bustle. Presently he heard moans, and rushed upstairs thinking his mother was crying and needed him. The gray-haired woman thrust him from the bedroom door, but he returned again and again, calling his mother, until his father emerged from the study downstairs, and, seizing him in his cold grip, pushed him into the sanctum and turned the key upon him. Much later, a man whom Stefan knew as their doctor entered the room with his father. A strange new word passed between them, and, in his high-strung state, impressed the boy's memory. It was “chloroform.” The doctor used the word several times, and his father shook his head. “No, doctor,” he heard him saying, “we neither of us approve of it. It is contrary to the intention of God. Besides, you say the case is normal.” The doctor seemed to be repeating something about nerves and hysteria. “Exactly,” his father replied, “and for that, self-control is needed, and not a drug that reverses the dispensation of the Almighty.” Both men left the room. Presently the boy heard shrieks. Lying, a grown man, in his berth, Stefan trembled at the memory of them. He fled in spirit as he had fled then--out of the window, down the roaring, swimming street, where he knew not, pursued by a writhing horror. Hours later, as it seemed, he returned. The shades were pulled down across the windows of his house. His mother was dead.