I entered, bolting the window behind me.

She had passed across the room, and was again kneeling before the fire with her hands outstretched.

The shroud was laid in partially opened folds on one side of the hearth, and was steaming heavily.

I brought over some cushions and pillows, and made a little pile of them beside her.
"Sit there," I said, "and rest quietly in the heat." It may have been the effect of the glowing heat, but there was a rich colour in her face as she looked at me with shining eyes.

Without a word, but with a courteous little bow, she sat down at once.