"I like you in it.

I am tired of those stiff little linen collars." The lace had given me a little compunction about not spending the evening with him: but as I had said so, I could not draw back; so I compromised the matter by going up to the library with him, to see that he was comfortable, before I came down to write my letter.
I brought the little student-lamp from my own room and lit it, and put it on the library-table, and brought him some fresh pens, and opened the inkstand for him, even pushed up the chair and put a little footstool by it.

Though he was standing by the bookshelves, and seemed to be engrossed by them, I knew that he was watching me, filled with content and satisfaction.
"Do you remember where that box of cigars was put ?" he said, turning to me as I paused.

That was to keep me longer; for they were on the shelf, half a yard from where he stood.
I got the cigar-box and put it on the table.
"Now you will want some matches, and this stand is almost empty." So I took it away with me to my room, and came back with it filled.
"Is there anything else that I can do ?" I said, pausing as I put it on the table.
"No, Pauline.

I believe not.