Why, what we arranged was, that we should be friends, you and I--eh ?" "Well ?" "Well--that's all.

Poke up the fire, and let me see a blaze.

Fancy your having a fire so early!" "Haven't you one ?" "Yes.

But then I'm a woman.

However, when I see one I want it poked.
I want it blazing." At this Sir Maurice pokes the fire, until it flames well up the chimney.
"Ah! I like that," says Tita.