She moved her chair.
"This table's a little bit low," she said. "But I've no business to be so tall. In camp one ought to be the regulation size."
"Have you been uncomfortable?" he exclaimed, anxiously.
"No, no—not really. It doesn't matter."
"I'll have it altered, made higher somehow, to-morrow. We must have everything right, as we're going to live in camp for some time."
She got up.
"I won't take coffee to-night," she said. "It would be too horrid to sleep badly in a tent."
"You'll see, you'll sleep splendidly out here. Every one does in camp. One is always in the air, and one gets thoroughly done by the evening."
"Yes, but I shan't be working so hard as you do."
She went to the tent-door.