She began to recover the start he had given her, and to study him with a half-unwilling curiosity.
"Then Mellor will please you," she said drily, in answer to his remark, carrying her own tea meanwhile to a chair on the other side of the fire.
"My father never bought anything--my father can't.

I believe we have chairs enough to sit down upon--but we have no curtains to half the windows.

Can I give you anything ?" For he had risen, and was looking over the tea-tray.
"Oh! but I _must_," he said discontentedly.

"I _must_ have enough sugar in my tea!" "I gave you more than the average," she said, with a sudden little leap of laughter, as she came to his aid.

"Do all your principles break down like this?
I was going to suggest that you might like some of that fire taken away ?" And she pointed to the pile of blazing logs which now filled up the great chimney.
"That fire!" he said, shivering, and moving up to it.