He shook his head.
"If you want to drink—" he began, but stopped hastily and added, "I beg your pardon."
"Is there any tea?"
He pointed to the cupboard, but dropped his arm with a groan. She was at his side in a moment.
"Now, listen to me. You are not to stir or speak, but only to nod or shake your head when I ask a question. Do you understand?"
He nodded.
"That's right."
She stepped to the cupboard, produced the tea and a box of matches; then, stooping down, rekindled the fire with the help of some sticks which she found in the oven, and put the kettle on the flame. This done, she sought and found the tea-things.
"Milk?" she asked.
He nodded towards a blue jug on the mantel-shelf.