Was it Witherspoon come to deliver another argument, and to decide again in his own favor?
No, it was Ellen.

She had been at the theater.
"You bring roses out of the storm," said Henry, in allusion to the color of her cheeks.
"But I don't bring flattery.

Gracious! I am chilled through." She took off her gloves and held her hands over the grate.

"Everybody's gone to bed, and I didn't know but you might be here, scribbling.

Goodness, what's that you've been smoking ?" "A pipe." She turned from the fire and shrugged her shoulders.