We moved the bed over to the window.

"It'll be nicer here, don't you think? Cooler," said she.

And, happening to glance at her, I saw she was watching me with that
queer, sideways look.... Ey.... And in a moment I was all flesh and blood
and foolishness. I heard her say:

"Are you mad?--Oh no, dear, please ... the door...."

Then I heard my name whispered again and again....

I sawed through the floor in the passage, and got everything done. Fruen
was there all the time. She was so eager to talk, to explain, and laughing
and crying all the time.

I said:

"That picture that was hanging over your bed--wouldn't it be as well to
move that too?"

"Ye--es, perhaps it would," said Fruen.




XI


Now all the pipes were laid, and the taps fixed; the water spurted out in