After what you said to me, I can think of naught but fire.

It is for this night only.

By to-morrow evening I'll prepare a place where Abbot Maldon himself might sit unscorched in the midst of hell.

But till then make out with clothes.
I have some furs in pledge that I will send up to you.

It is your own fault, and in my youth we did not need a fire on an autumn day.