Heartily as he disliked and distrusted her, the common instinct of humanity obliged him to ask if she felt cold.
'Yes,' she said.

'Cold and faint.' 'Cold and faint, Countess, on such a night as this ?' 'The night has nothing to do with it, Mr.Westwick.How do you suppose the criminal feels on the scaffold, while the hangman is putting the rope around his neck?
Cold and faint, too, I should think.

Excuse my grim fancy.

You see, Destiny has got the rope round my neck--and I feel it.' She looked about her.

They were at that moment close to the famous cafe known as 'Florian's.' 'Take me in there,' she said; 'I must have something to revive me.