"You shivered, sweetheart.

Oh, to think that in three days more we shall come home here never to be parted any more!" He was eager as a boy.

In the little drawing-room a tea-table was set and a silver kettle sang above a spirit-lamp.

Everything was ready for tea.

There were little silver-covered dishes with spirit-lamps burning under them, and even at such a moment I could not help noticing the beauty of the Worcester cups and saucers, with pansies and tulips and roses and forget-me-nots in tiny bunches on the white.
"Let us see the rest of the house while the kettle is boiling," he said, and caught at my hand to make me go with him.