CHAPTER XXII

THE MAN WHO WAS DEAF HE CARRIED her to a sofa and laid her down, and presently she opened her eyes. “I am an awful idiot,” she said trying to rise, but he laid his hand on her shoulder. “You must lie there a little while. What is the trouble?” “The room is a little close, I think,” she said. The room was stuffy: Larry had noticed it when he came in, and as the landlady pulled up the window, she apologized. “I’m always telling the servants to keep this room aired, and they never do,” she said. “It’s like a furnace. …