I came down to the drive while she stood in the doorway. And at every step he feared that he had already died, that his soul had been wrenched forth of the sheath of his body, that he was plunging headlong through space. It decrees that we, the people, elect leaders not to rule but to serve. "Whom do you mean by `he'?" "Peter Quint--you devil!" His face gave again, round the room, its convulsed supplication.