She gave her daughter a quick sidelong glance, and a frown gathered on her brow.

So far as I heard, however, she attempted no remonstrance.

She rose, wrapping a shawl round her, and made for the door.

I sprang up and opened it; she walked out.

Marie drew a chair to the fire and sat down with her back to me, toasting her feet--for the summer night had turned chilly.