"I did not know it was there," she answered.
"Don't you remember throwing it off last evening when we were sitting there, saying you felt hot? Now be quiet: I'll wrap you up myself. Have you any pins?"
She had risen, and he put the shawl on her head and shoulders; then turned her round and pinned it under her chin, so that only her face was visible. With such care!--oh, with such care!
"You are taking as much trouble as though I were going to stay out for an hour!"
"I wish we were."
"Do you? What would your wife say?"
"Nothing. And if she did--what then? There, you can't feel the cold now."
"No; I don't think I can."
"But what am I to have for my pains?"
She made no answer. In truth, he did not wait for it. Bending his own face on the one he held up, he left a kiss and a loving word upon it: "My dearest!" A long and passionate kiss, as it sounded in his wife's ear.