Came and flung off my slippers and slipped into my Japanese kimono, the one that Hgave me, and let down my long hair; and though lately I have loved to sit thus, and dream and play a part, to-night, it is not playing; tonight, it is torture. I cannot go until I make a beginning. If I dont start writing, I will ruin this weeks work; for the past is rising upon me, and struggling with me, and breaking my heart. But, no; I cannot tell. After all, my secret is mine.