Take just a little." She turned her face away and would not answer.

He brought another chair and sat down beside her.

"My lost, forlorn, betrayed one--" "I am," she sobbed.

"You don't mean it, but I am." "You are also my dearest and best of wives.

If you ever loved me, Hetty, do, for my once dear sake, drink this before it gets cold." She pouted, sobbed, and yielded to some gentle force which he used, as a child allows herself to be half persuaded, half compelled, to take physic.
"Do you feel better and more comfortable now ?" he said.
"No," she replied, angry with herself for feeling both.
"Then," he said cheerfully, as if she had uttered a hearty affirmative, "I will put some more coals on the fire, and we shall be as snug as possible.