“No, it’s better to sit in the firelight.”
He heard voices at the other end of the house that seemed to have a chiding note in them.
“Lord,” he thought, “she is getting into a row?”
Then her steps came echoing over the stone floors of the hall; she opened the door and stood there with a lighted candle in her hand; he stood at the other end of the room, smiling.
“Good night,” she said.
“Oh no, no! come along,” he protested, but not moving from the hearth.
“Got to go to bed,” she answered.
“Are they angry with you?”
“No.”
“Well, then, come over here and sit down.”