A photograph or two stood about in silver frames, a few easy-chairs, a little table, a bookshelf, and a cupboard.

A fire was alight in the grate; Louise knelt down and poked it into a flame.
"You shall have French coffee," she said.

"And I have even lait for you." She put a copper kettle on the fire, and busied herself with cups and saucers.

These she arranged on the little table, and drew it near the fire.

Then she offered him a cigarette from a gold case, and took one herself.