Lifting her hair with her fingers, she sat down, rather aloof and composed.

Paul ran downstairs to speak to the landlady.
"I should think you're cold," said Dawes to his wife.

"Come nearer to the fire." "Thank you, I'm quite warm," she answered.
She looked out of the window at the rain and at the sea.
"When are you going back ?" she asked.
"Well, the rooms are taken until to-morrow, so he wants me to stop.

He's going back to-night." "And then you're thinking of going to Sheffield ?" "Yes." "Are you fit to start work ?" "I'm going to start." "You've really got a place ?" "Yes--begin on Monday." "You don't look fit." "Why don't I ?" She looked again out of the window instead of answering.
"And have you got lodgings in Sheffield ?" "Yes." Again she looked away out of the window.

The panes were blurred with streaming rain.
"And can you manage all right ?" she asked.
"I s'd think so.