She complained of the way the winter hung on, and declared that although the furnace seemed to be working all right she was always shivering, was always frozen to death.

She told him to feel her hands, which indeed were cold, then she seemed worried about his health.
"You look pale," she said.
"You might at least say that I _am_ pale," he replied.
She did not answer immediately, then, "Yesterday I saw how much you desire me," she said.

"But why, why, want to go so far ?" He made a gesture, indicating vague annoyance.
"How funny you are!" she went on.

"I was re-reading one of your books today, and I noticed this phrase, 'The only women you can continue to love are those you lose.' Now admit that you were right when you wrote that." "It all depends.

I wasn't in love then." She shrugged her shoulders.