Julia. You do?
Clif. I do.
Julia. But night
Will hide both snow and them, and that sets in
Ere afternoon is out. A heavy thing,
A country fireside in a winter’s night,
To one bred in the town,—where winter’s said,
For sun of gaiety and sportiveness,
To beggar shining summer.
Clif. I should like
A country winter’s night especially!
Julia. You’d sleep by the fire.
Clif. Not I; I’d talk to thee.
Julia. You’d tire of that!
Clif. I’d read to thee.
Julia. And that!
Clif. I’d talk to thee again.