She looked him all over, and her color came and went.
“Out so far as this,” she said kindly; “and without your cap.”
He put his hand to his head, and discovered that he was bareheaded.
“You will catch your death of cold. Come, let us go in and get your cap.”
She made as if she would pass him. He planted himself right before her.
“No.”
“Camille!”
“Why do you shun me as if I was a viper?”
“I do not shun you. I but avoid conferences that can lead to no good; it is my duty.”
“You are very wise; cold-hearted people can be wise.”