She had been sitting for nearly an hour in almost the same attitude, when there came a knock at the door, and, on being bidden to enter, the landlady came in, with some logs in her apron, under pretence of replenishing the fire.
'I was afraid your fire must be getting low, and that you'd be amost starved, my lady,' she said, as she put on the logs, and swept up the ashes on the hearth.

'Such a dreadful night.

So early in the year, too.
I'm thinking we shall have a gay hard winter.' 'That does not always follow,' said Lady Maulevrier.

'Has Steadman come downstairs ?' 'Yes, my lady.

He told me to tell your ladyship that his lordship is pretty comfortable, and hopes to pass a good night.' 'I am glad to hear it.