"No, sir; I do not need it. My shawl was thick and warm."
She turned her head slightly, and raised her eyes.
"Did you receive a letter which I sent to your room?"
"Yes, sir. It was from Dr. Arnold."
"He has established himself in Richmond."
"Yes, sir; his recent attack of rheumatism unfitted him for service in the field."
"I had a letter from Colonel Aubrey to-day. He wants to buy my house."
She made no comment, and her eyes drooped again to the perusal of the strange shapes which danced and flickered on the burnished andirons.
"What use do you suppose he had for it?"