Now I am all right.

Let us get a breath from the outside, Hugh." Taking him by the arm, she hastened him to the farther end of the corridor and opened the door.

"Oh, delicious!" She drew in deep breaths of the cold, fresh air.
"How wonderful the night is, Hugh." She leaned far out, "and the snow was like a cloth of silver and diamonds in this glorious moon." She stooped, and from a gleaming bank beside the door she caught up a double handful of the snow and, packing it into a little ball, flung it at her partner, catching him fairly on the ear.
"Aha!" she cried.

"Don't ever say a woman is a poor shot.

Now then," she added, stamping her feet free from the clinging flakes and waving her hands in the air to dry them, "I feel fit for anything.