“You’re not tired of the House, but of your own particular room-say, suite of rooms—”
“Tomorrow I am turned out of this ‘blue room’,” said Siegmund with a wry smile. The other looked at him seriously.
“Dear Lord!” exclaimed Hampson; then: “Do you remember Flaubert’s saint, who laid naked against a leper? I could not do it.”
“Nor I,” shuddered Siegmund.
“But you’ve got to-or something near it!”
Siegmund looked at the other with frightened, horrified eyes.
“What of yourself?” he said, resentfully.
“I’ve funked-ran away from my leper, and now am eating my heart out, and staring from the window at the dark.”
“But can’t you do something?” said Siegmund.
The other man laughed with amusement, throwing his head back and showing his teeth.