“Now take my hands,” she said, after a few minutes of silence and inaction.
“I can manage it, thanks all the same,” he said.
“But you can’t! You must let me help you!”
“No, thanks.”
“But—what else can you do?”
“The other thing—whatever it is.”
“Don’t be a fool!”
“Why not?”
“Then I shall light a fire.”
“I’m warm enough, thank you, but if you’ll give me a few of your matches I’ll be tremendously obliged.”