A MISUNDERSTANDING
Several days later Vittoria Fabrizi led Bernie Dreux into the room where Norvin lay. The little man walked on tiptoe and wore an expression of such gloomy sympathy that Blake said:
"Please don't look so blamed pious; it makes me hurt all over."
Bernie's features lightened faintly; he smiled in a manner bordering upon the natural.
"They wouldn't let me see you before. Lord! How you have frightened us!"
"My nurse won't let me talk."
Blake's eyes rested with puzzled interrogation upon the girl, who maintained her most professional air as she smoothed his pillow and admonished him not to overtax himself. When she had disappeared noiselessly, he said:
"Well, you needn't put a rose in my hand yet awhile. Tell me what has happened? How is Myra Nell?"
"She's heartbroken,
