I've rung the bell for more candles.

The room shivers.

That girl will see you, if you don't take care.

Where is the key of the cupboard?
We must have some wine out.
The champagne, at all events, won't be flat." He commenced humming the song of complacent resignation.

Dahlia was still inanimate, but as the door was about to open, she rose quickly and sat in a tremble on the sofa, concealing her face.
An order was given for additional candles, coals, and wood.