She had been his first patient, his oldest acquaintance in the place.
"Have you given her warning for good ?" he asked at last.
"Yes.

Who is to prevent me ?" she replied.
Then they warmed themselves in the kitchen while their room was being made ready.

Charles began to smoke.

He smoked with lips protruding, spitting every moment, recoiling at every puff.
"You'll make yourself ill," she said scornfully.
He put down his cigar and ran to swallow a glass of cold water at the pump.

Emma seizing hold of the cigar case threw it quickly to the back of the cupboard.
The next day was a long one.