"Well, you've only got to take half a gramme of soma first. And now I'm going to have my bath." She marched off, trailing her towel. The bell rang, and the Savage, who was impatiently hoping that Helmholtz would come that afternoon (for having at last made up his mind to talk to Helmholtz about Lenina, he could not bear to postpone his confidences a moment longer), jumped up and ran to the door.