CHAPTER VII
Fru Adelheid laid her hands over Cordt’s book:
“May I talk to you a little? May I tell you something? May I tell you that what you are doing is madness?”
He moved her hands from his book and looked up:
“Sit down, Adelheid,” he said wearily. “Sit down in that chair.”
But she took the book from him and threw it on the floor:
“You are ill, Cordt. You have become ill up here in this dreadful room.”
“Have you a household remedy?” he asked.