"Yes."
"Shall I cover you with something?" Stelio inquired.
"Yes."
He sought for some wrap, and found on a table a piece of antique velvet, which he spread over her. She smiled faintly.
"Are you comfortable like that?"
She made an affirmative sign by simply closing her eyelids.
Stelio gathered up the violets, now warm and languid, and laid them on the pillow near her head.
"So?"
Her eyelids drooped even more slightly than before. He kissed her forehead, amid the perfume of the violets; then he turned to stir the fire, putting on more wood and raising a fine blaze.