[She rises and crosses the room.
John.
[Arranging the pillows on the settee.] You must be so weary, too. I’m confoundedly stupid and forgetful to-night.
Theophila.
[Sitting on the settee.] Fancy! a fire in June!
John.
[Walking about elatedly, dividing his glances between Theophila and the library.] I love to see a fire.
Theophila.
[Suddenly.] Of course. [Dropping her voice.] I remember. [He stops, staring at her.] Do you recollect? [Steadily gazing into the fire.] That night when we were sitting over the fire in that little room in Lennox Gardens——
John.