He should merely draw a great easy-chair before the grate.

Then some one would be picked up and turned about before the fire until thoroughly warmed and with full circulation of the blood again.

She should be simply, but scientifically, toasted: "I'd hold you thus before the brand, To catch caloric blisses, And you should be my muffin and I'd butter you with kisses." She responded that the gift of doggerel was not one to be desired, and, furthermore, that she was not a muffin, nor anything in the culinary way.
All of which, of course, served but as provocation to further flippancy, and, for days later, the lady was referred to as his own sweetest soda biscuit, his bun, his precious fruit-cake, and so on, until a bakery's terms were so exhausted.

All this was, no doubt, silliness.
The woman, in her way, was not less inexcusable than the man.

She was as much in love as he, and the strictly personal equation was as strong within her.