During the day he had kept the dividing blanket rolled up out of the way, fastening it with two loops that he had suspended from the ceiling.

The blanket was now down--it was the first time Della had touched it.
Lawler smiled, pulled a chair over near the fireplace, rolled a cigarette, and puffed slowly at it, reflecting that life in the cabin would now be more monotonous than ever.
Della did not get out of her bunk during the day.

She ate nothing, nor did she reply to Lawler when he invited her to partake of the food he had prepared.
Late that afternoon Lawler noted a glow of light coming through the north window.

He went to the door, opened it and looked out.

The snow had ceased and the wind had gone down.