"You are so late," she said, pressing his chill fingers against her warm cheek, and chafing them between her hands.
He stopped to kiss her before he took his coat off, smiling at her happiness and his own.
"How raw and cold it is!" she said.

"Come into the study; I have a beautiful fire for you.

Is it going to snow, do you think?
How is your sick woman ?" "Better," he answered, as he followed her into the room.

"Oh, Helen, it is good to be at home.

I have not seen you since noon." She laughed, and then insisted that he should sit still, and let her bring his supper into the study, and eat it there by the fire.