"If so, and you wish to give me some of your supper, please do.

If not, it is of no importance.

I can get some elsewhere." The grateful sense of his kindness stirred her to action, though she only knew half what that kindness really was.

At the end of some ten minutes she again came to the window, pushed it open, and said in a whisper, "Giles!" He at once emerged from the shade, and saw that she was preparing to hand him his share of the meal upon a plate.
"I don't like to treat you so hardly," she murmured, with deep regret in her words as she heard the rain pattering on the leaves.

"But--I suppose it is best to arrange like this ?" "Oh yes," he said, quickly.
"I feel that I could never have reached Sherton." "It was impossible." "Are you sure you have a snug place out there ?" (With renewed misgiving.) "Quite.