Would you like some tea--or something ?" He shook his head, but followed her into the small receiving-room.

There he declined an offered chair.
"I've been in New York....

No, I did not see your family....

As for what I've been doing--" Her lifted eyes betrayed no curiosity; a growing sense of depression crept over him.
"Oh, well," he said, "it doesn't matter." And turned toward the door.
She looked into the empty fireplace with a sigh; then, gently, "I don't mean to make it any drearier for you than I can help." He considered her a moment.
"Are you really well, Shiela ?" "Why, yes; only a little tired.

I do not sleep well." He nodded toward the west wing of the house.
"Do _they_ bother you ?" She did not answer.
He said: "Thank you for putting them up.