“Well, Frank!”
“Well, Rose! How have you sped?”
“I have got a house; but it is in Marine Terrace. I don’t know what you’ll say to me.”
“I don’t know that it signifies.”
“You are shivering! What’s the matter?”
“Only, it is very cold!”
(Aside. “Ring the bell, Terry, he is as cold as ice.”) “Did you see her?”
“Oh yes. Did you have any luncheon?” (“Some port-wine and hot water directly, please.”)
“Yes, I believe so. You are not ordering anything for me? There’s nothing amiss—only it is so cold.”
“It is cold, and you are not to be cold; nor are we to be cold, sir. You must go to bed early in the evening, Terry,” said Rosamond, at last. “I shall make nothing of him while you are by, and an hour’s more sleep will not be lost on you.”