She had a fire in the parlour, and was waiting for him.

The others, except her father and mother and the young children, had gone out, so the two had the parlour together.

It was a long, low, warm room.

There were three of Paul's small sketches on the wall, and his photo was on the mantelpiece.
On the table and on the high old rosewood piano were bowls of coloured leaves.

He sat in the armchair, she crouched on the hearthrug near his feet.