Why, what's the matter ?" _Linda_: "Oh nothing.

I was only seeing if they had made up your fire.

I--I--haven't touched anything." (Rossiter looked anxiously at the grate, but was relieved to see nothing but burnt, shrivelled squares of paper.

He poked the fire fiercely and at any rate demolished the remains of Vivie's letter.) _Rossiter_: "Yes: it isn't very cheerful.

They must brighten it while we are at dinner; though as we shall go to the drawing-room afterwards we shan't need a huge fire here.