He took out his note-book, and entered her name and the date, with a brief memorandum.
"I have thawed her," he said to himself as he put up his book.

"She shall learn a lesson or two to hand on to her children before I have done with her.

A trifle underbred, too, or she would not insist so much on her breeding.

Henrietta used to wear a dress like that.

I am glad to see that there is no danger of her taking to me personally." He turned away, and saw a crone passing, bending beneath a bundle of sticks.