"I am sadly afraid Madame de Cintre will take a chill.

I have ventured to bring a shawl." Mrs.Bread stood there softly solicitous, holding a white drapery in her hand.
"Thank you," said Madame de Cintre, "the sight of those cold stars gives one a sense of frost.

I won't take your shawl, but we will go back into the house." She passed back and Newman followed her, Mrs.Bread standing respectfully aside to make way for them.

Newman paused an instant before the old woman, and she glanced up at him with a silent greeting.

"Oh, yes," he said, "you must come and live with us." "Well then, sir, if you will," she answered, "you have not seen the last of me!".