And there is a fire--for us _old_ folks," with a slight accent on the word.
The library was more homelike.

Not as many books as at the Warrens', but a great deal of gilt in the bindings and much carving on the cases.

The fire was cheery, and the pair sat down before it in big easy chairs.
Mrs.Dunn looked intently at the glowing coals.
Captain Elisha cleared his throat.

Mrs.Dunn leaned forward expectantly.
The captain coughed and sank back in his chair.
"Yes ?" purred the lady.

"You were about to say ?" "Me?
Oh, no, I didn't say anything." Another period of silence.