"Of course it is; it's on the same floor as mine."
"Then take me to it—now! At once! If I were to see the room, and to see Edwin Lawrence, it might all come back to me."
"Take you to see Edwin Lawrence?"
"Yes; why not?"
"Why should I not take you to see Edwin Lawrence? You know why!"
I gripped her roughly by the wrist. She gave a cry of pain. I loosed her, ashamed. She eyed me as if bewildered.
"Why did you take hold of me like that? You hurt me."
"You should not play with me."
"Play with you? I was not playing. I only asked you to take me to see this room, and this Edwin Lawrence, of whom you keep on speaking—that was all."
"Yes, that was all."
"Why do you look at me like that You make me afraid of you. I thought you were my friend."
"How can I be your friend, to act a real friend's part, if you will not trust me?"
"Trust you? Don't I trust you? I thought I did."
She spoke like a child, and she was a lovely woman. I knew not what to make of her, what to answer. I had a hundred things to say, which,
