I'll ring for your dinner to be brought up on a tray and we'll have a happy evening together.

And you'd better have a fire here, Nell.

It's a very pretty room, my dear, with all your pretty fal-lals, but it strikes me as being very chilly." He went downstairs and rang the bell for Miss Nelly's dinner.

The fire had been stoked in his absence, and was now burning gloriously.
He drew Nelly's chair closer to it and a screen around the chair.

He put a cushion for her back, and a hassock for her feet.