In three lines he finished the letter, and left his desk.
"I am ready. What shall I do?"
"Help me to take things out of my pockets."
"Don't press too hard," she said as he took each parcel.
At last the pockets were empty.
"Where shall we dine?" she asked.
"Here, as the dining-room is transformed into a laboratory."
"Then let us begin by making a good fire. I wet my feet coming from the station."
"I do not know whether there is any wood."
"Let us see."