"Anything up ?" "I think you might ask me in." There was a hint of reproach in Frona's voice, and of haste.

"I blundered through the ice, and my feet are freezing." "O Gawd!" in the exuberant tones of the Virgin, came whirling over Vance's shoulder, and the voices of Blanche and Bishop joining in a laugh against Cornell, and that worthy's vociferous protestations.

It seemed to him that all the blood of his body had rushed into his face.
"But you can't come in, Frona.

Don't you hear them ?" "But I must," she insisted.

"My feet are freezing." With a gesture of resignation he stepped aside and closed the door after her.