With the girl's soft pensive eyes upon him he could have forgotten anything; he even forgot that love is transient.
"Joan!" he gasped.
A loud voice rasped through the silence.
"Kenny!" Joan shivered.

Kenny stared at her in terror.

It was the voice of Adam Craig.
"Kenny!" The voice, sharp with indignation, brought them both to their feet.
"Yes ?" stammered Kenny, his face scarlet.
"Do you know _all_ of anything ?" Lamp in hand Kenny went to the foot of the stairway.
"Adam," he demanded, staring up aghast at the wheel-chair and the wrinkled, saturnine face bending over the railing with a leer of triumph, "how in God's name did you get there ?" "Wheeled myself, you Irish fool!" snapped Adam.
Kenny went wearily up the stairway and set the lamp in a corner of the hallway.
"Well," bristled the old man.

"Why don't you say something?
What are you going to do about it ?" "It's the kind of night," said Kenny, "that you always have a fire.
I'm going to wheel you back where it's safe and warm." Adam chuckled.
"That's what I thought you'd do," he jeered.
"And then ?" "Then," thundered Kenny in a blaze of temper, "I'm going back!" As usual his show of temper filled the invalid with delight.
"Humph!" said he.

"So am I." Kenny stopped the chair with a jerk.
"What do you mean by that ?" he demanded.
"I mean," said Adam Craig, "that I'll wheel my chair back where I can listen to music instead of rain.