She received, in return, a nice warm pair of worsted stockings.
"Put on these directly," said he, "while I warm your shoes." He dashed all the wet he could out of the shoes, and, taking them to the forge, put hot cinders in: he shook the cinders up and down the shoes so quickly, they had not time to burn, but only to warm and dry them.

He advised Coventry to do the same, and said he was sorry he had only one pair of stockings to lend.

And that was a lie: for he was glad he had only one pair to lend.

When he had quite dried the shoes, he turned round, and found Grace was peeping over the pew, and looking intolerably lovely in the firelight.

He kissed the shoes furtively, and gave them to her.