The fire had sunk low, and he replenished it.

The hunting crop that he had brought from her father's house lay on the table with Jerry's banjo.

He picked it up and put it away in a corner.
"Sit down," he said.
She sank upon the sofa, hiding her face.

He took up his stand on the rug, facing her.
"Now," he said quietly, "do you remember my telling you that you had married a savage?
I see you do.

And you are afraid of me in consequence.
I am a savage.