He must have seen his note tightly grasped in her hand, but he made no comment upon it.
"Sit down again!" he said gently, and, stooping, poked the sinking fire into a blaze.
She obeyed him almost automatically.

After a moment he laid down the poker, and drew the chair with her in it close to the fender.

Then he picked up the cloak and put it about her shoulders, and finally moved away to the door.
She heard him give an order to a servant, and sat nervously awaiting his return.

But he did not come back to her.

He went outside and waited in the passage.
There ensued an interval of several minutes, and during that time she sat crouched over the fire, holding her cloak about her, and shivering, shivering all over.