She ate several biscuits, and began to feel much better.
"Getting warmer ?" questioned Nick.

"Let me feel your hands." They were still cold, and he took them and thrust them down against his breast.
She shrank a little at the touch of his warm flesh.
"It will make you so cold," she murmured.
But he only laughed at her softly, and pressed them closer.

"I am not easily chilled," he said.

"Besides, it's sleeping that makes you cold.
And I haven't slept." Muriel heard the news with astonishment.

She was no longer angry with Nick, and her fears of him were dormant.