"Yes," he said.

"I want you to sit down and let me wrap this sleigh robe about you." The girl submitted, and did not shrink visibly from his touch, when he drew the fur robe about her shoulders and packed the end of it round her feet.

Still, there was a faint warmth in her face, and she was grateful for his unconcernedness.
"Fate or fortune has placed me in charge of you until to-morrow, and if the position is distasteful to you, it is not my fault," he said.
"Still, I feel the responsibility, and it would be a little less difficult if you would accept the fact tacitly." Maud Barrington would not have shivered if she could have avoided it, but the cold was too great for her, and she did not know whether she was vexed or pleased at the gleam of compassion in the man's gray eyes.
It was more eloquent than anything of the kind she had ever seen, but it had gone, and he was only quietly deferent, when she glanced at him again.
"I will endeavor to be good," she said, and then flushed with annoyance at the adjective.

Half-dazed by the cold as she was, she could not think of a more suitable one.

Winston, however, retained his gravity.
"Now, Macdonald gave you no supper, and he has dinner at noon," he said.