“I am afraid my saying that sounded stilted,” he returned. “I explained myself poorly. It is not easy for me to explain myself well.”
“I understood,” she said; “and I have warned you.”
They did not speak to each other again during the whole sitting except once, when he asked her if she was warm enough.
“I have a fire to-day,” he said.
“Have you not always a fire?” she asked.
“No,” he answered with a smile; “but when you come here there will always be one.”
“Then,” she said, “I will come often, that I may save you from death.”
“Oh!” he replied, “it is easier than you think to forget that one is cold.”
“Yes,” she returned. “And it is easier than you think for one to die.”