"It's not impossible," he said gravely.
She leant her lips down to her own brimming mug and looked across at him over its edge.
"Don't you wish you were safe back in Sar?" she said.
He shook his head as she lifted and drained the mug and set it down with a sigh of content.
"I was so thirsty. Isn't it grilling? Why did you make me wear these clothes? I can't see much sign of the snows. Isn't this tinned milk horrid? What's become of all the men? You don't seem to have kept many to look after me! Will you have an egg?"
"Please," said Terrington to her last question.
"Was that your bath and basin I had this morning?" she went on.
"It was," he said.
"I don't see why I should be clean at your cost," she demurred.
"Oh, you're not," he assured her; "you're the only one in the force with time to be clean at all, and even you won't want to wash after to-morrow."