Gentle warmth and pleasant fragrance reigned over all, and not a sound broke the silence, save the crackling and little sharp reports of the wood aglow on the hearth.
Therese was seated on a low chair to the right of the chimney, staring fixedly at the bright flames, with her chin in her hand.

She did not turn her head when Laurent entered.

Clothed in a petticoat and linen night-jacket bordered with lace, she looked snowy white in the bright light of the fire.

Her jacket had become disarranged, and part of her rosy shoulder appeared, half hidden by a tress of raven hair.
Laurent advanced a few paces without speaking, and took off his coat and waistcoat.

When he stood in his shirt sleeves, he again looked at Therese, who had not moved, and he seemed to hesitate.