"I brought some eatables along, and you must make the best meal you can." He opened a packet, and laid it with a little silver flask upon her knee.
"I cannot eat all this--and it is raw spirit," said Maud Barrington.
Winston laughed.

"Are you not forgetting your promise?
Still, we will melt a little snow into the cup." An icy gust swept in when he opened the door, and it was only by a strenuous effort he closed it again, while when he came back panting with the top of the flask a little color crept into Maud Barrington's face.

"I am sorry," she said.

"That at least is your due." "I really don't want my due," said Winston, with a deprecatory gesture, as he laid the silver cup upon the stove.

"Can't we forget we are not exactly friends, just for to-night?
If so, you will drink this and commence at once on the provisions--to please me." Maud Barrington was glad of the reviving draught, for she was very cold, but presently she held out the packet.
"One really cannot eat many crackers at once, will you help me ?" Winston laughed as he took one of the biscuits.