"Can you fix something for yourself?"
"Yes, of course. Shall I do so now?"
"Yes. I'll go to the kitchen with you while you are doing it. There are several things to say and the time is short."
She led the way; he opened the kitchen shutters and let in the sunshine, then stood a moment watching her as she moved about the place with graceful celerity, preparing cocoa over an alcohol lamp, buttering a roll or two and fetching cup, plate, spoon and marmalade.
"Have you breakfasted?" she asked, looking at him over her shoulder.
"Yes—it is very good of you——"
"There will be plenty of cocoa and rolls—if you care for them. The rolls are yesterday's and not fresh."
She poured the cocoa in two cups and looked at him again in grave invitation.
"You are sure there is plenty?" he asked, smilingly.
"Plenty."