The boys disliked me because I was not sociable, but after a time they grew tired of bullying me and left me alone.  I detested them because they were all so much alike that their numbers filled me with horror.  I remember that the first day I went to school I walked round and round the quadrangle in the luncheon-hour, and every boy who passed stopped me and asked me my name and what my father was.  When I said he was an engineer every one of the boys replied, “Oh! the man who drives the engine.”  The reiteration of this childish joke made me hate them from the first, and afterwards I discovered that they were equally unimaginative in everything they did.  Sometimes I would stand in the midst of them, and wonder what was the matter with me that I should be so different from all the rest.  When they teased me, repeating the same questions over and over again, I cried easily, like a girl, without quite knowing why, for their stupidities could not hurt my reason; but when they bullied me I did not cry, because the pain made me forget the sadness of my heart.  Perhaps it was because of this that they thought I was a little mad.

Grey day followed grey day, and I might in time have abandoned all efforts to be faithful to my dreams, and achieved a kind of beast-like submission that was all the authorities expected of notorious dunces.  I might have taught my senses to accept the evil conditions of life in that unclean place; I might even have succeeded in making myself one with the army of shadows that thronged in the quadrangle and filled the air with meaningless noise.

But one evening when I reached home I saw by the faces of the grown-up people that something had upset their elaborate precautions for an ordered life, and I discovered that my brother, who had stayed at home with a cold, was ill in bed with the measles.  For a while the significance of the news escaped me; then, with a sudden movement of my heart, which made me feel ill, I realised that probably I would have to stay away from school because of the infection.  My feet tapped on the floor with joy, though I tried to appear unconcerned.  Then, as I nursed my sudden hope of freedom, a little fearfully lest it should prove an illusion, a new and enchanting idea came to me.  I slipped from the room, ran upstairs to my bedroom and, standing by the side of my bed, tore open my waistcoat and shirt with clumsy, trembling fingers.  One, two, three, four, five!  I counted the spots in a triumphant voice, and then with a sudden revulsion sat down on the bed to give the world an opportunity to settle back in its place.  I had the measles, and therefore I should not have to go back to school!  I shut my eyes for a minute and opened them again, but still I had the measles.  The cup of happiness was at my lips, but I sipped delicately because it was full to the brim, and I would not spill a drop.