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           nowrealisedthatallthistimehehadbeenhopingthepainterwouldsuddenlygoovertothewindowandpullitopen.Hehadpreparedhimselfevenforthefogthathewouldbreatheinthroughhisopenmouth.Thethoughtthatherehewasentirelycutofffromtheairmadehimfeeldizzy.Hetappedlightlyonthebedspreadbesidehimand,withaweakvoice,said,"Thatisveryinconvenientandunhealthy.""Ohno,"saidthepainterindefenceofhiswindow,"asitcan’tbeopenedthisroomretainstheheatbetterthanifthewindowweredoubleglazed,eventhoughit’sonlyasinglepane.There’snotmuchneedtoairtheroomasthere’ssomuchventilationthroughthegapsinthewood,butwhenIdowanttoIcanopenoneofmydoors,orevenbothofthem."K.wasslightlyconsoledbythisexplanationandlookedaroundtoseewheretheseconddoorwas.Thepaintersawhimdosoandsaid,"It’sbehindyou,Ihadtohideitbehindthebed."OnlythenwasK.abletoseethelittledoorinthewall."It’sreallymuchtoosmallforastudiohere,"saidthepainter,asifhewantedtoanticipateanobjectionK.wouldmake."IhadtoarrangethingsaswellasIcould.That’sobviouslyaverybadplaceforthebed,infrontofthedoor.ForinstancewhenthejudgeI’mpaintingatpresentcomeshealwayscomesthroughthedoorbythebed,andI’veevengivenhimakeytothisdoorsothathecanwaitformehereinthestudiowhenI’mnothome.AlthoughnowadaysheusuallycomesearlyinthemorningwhenI’mstillasleep.