"Then you have a light?"
"I burn fir-cones."
He was silent; he gnawed his under-lip, and hesitated as to what he should say next. Then he took courage.
"Regina, if you like you may bring your sewing into the sitting-room, after supper," he said.
She grew pale, and stammered out, "Yes, Herr."
He thought her wanting in gratitude.
"Of course, if you'd rather not--" he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Oh, Herr--I should like to come."
"Very well, then, come; but you must make yourself look respectable. Why have you given up wearing your new clothes?" Since that evening she had taken to shivering about in the cotton jacket again.
"I thought it would hurt them."