A warm fire is burning on a flat stone.

His wife--beautiful to him--is cooking savory meats for him.

Around the walls are his arms and their supplies.

They eat placidly while the huge tiger from which he has escaped by a foot or less roars and glowers without.

The contrast between the danger and that house, which is the equivalent to a modern palace, comes home to him with a thrill more keen and penetrating than anything we can ever feel.
"The man and his wife eat their evening meal, and retire to their bed of dry leaves in the corner.