This check brought Henrietta to her senses.

She went upstairs and put on the first cloak at hand, which was fortunately a heavy fur one.

Then she took her bonnet and purse, left the house, hailed a passing hansom, and bade the cabman drive her to St.Pancras.
When the night came the air at Lyvern was like iron in the intense cold.
The trees and the wind seemed ice-bound, as the water was, and silence, stillness, and starlight, frozen hard, brooded over the country.

At the chalet, Smilash, indifferent to the price of coals, kept up a roaring fire that glowed through the uncurtained windows, and tantalized the chilled wayfarer who did not happen to know, as the herdsmen of the neighborhood did, that he was welcome to enter and warm himself without risk of rebuff from the tenant.

Smilash was in high spirits.