"Gad, but I'm weak," he added, sinking on to the bed as Rockwell finished his job. "You may have to carry me downstairs."
"We'll carry you all right," said Rockwell. "We're all ready, aren't we?"
"I suppose so," said Norman.
Rockwell stooped and picked him up in his arms, exerting himself only moderately, apparently, in so doing. The Senator was light on account of his carefully preserved slenderness, and Rockwell was really very strong.
"Bring his hat, Merriam," said the latter.
Rockwell carried him through the blue dining room into the sitting room, Merriam following with the silk hat. Both Jennie and Margery were standing.
Norman waved his hand limply to Jennie over Rockwell's shoulder.
"Bye-bye, pet," he said. "I'm all in, you see. Sorry to have bothered you like this when I wasn't fit."
"Georgie boy!" cried Jennie.
With a little run she came up behind Rockwell, caught Norman's hand, and kissed it.