"It's mulled wine,—thick and stupid."
"Nonsense."
"Will there be tea, at supper?"
"You shall have some."
"Ask Ben to order it."
"Heaven forgive us all, Cassandra!"
"Remember the tea."
Charles stood near his wife; wherever she moved afterwards he moved. I saw it, and felt that it was the shadow of something which would follow.
At last the time came for us to return. Helen had plied me with tea, and was otherwise watchful, but scarcely spoke.
"It is an age," I said, "since I left Rosville."