She was nearly sixteen, very beautiful, with her warm colouring, her gravity, her eyes dilating suddenly like an ecstasy.
"I say," said Paul, turning shyly aside, "your daffodils are nearly out.
Isn't it early?
But don't they look cold ?" "Cold!" said Miriam, in her musical, caressing voice.
"The green on their buds--" and he faltered into silence timidly.
"Let me take the rug," said Miriam over-gently.
"I can carry it," he answered, rather injured.

But he yielded it to her.
Then Mrs.Leivers appeared.
"I'm sure you're tired and cold," she said.

"Let me take your coat.

It IS heavy.

You mustn't walk far in it." She helped him off with his coat.