Judewaited，knowingthatshecouldentereasilyenough，thefrontdoorbeingopenedmerelybyaknobwhichanybodycouldturn，asinmostoldcountrytowns。Hepalpitatedatthethoughtthatshehadfledtohiminhertroubleashehadfledtoherinhis。Whatcounterpartstheywere！
Heunlatchedthedoorofhisroom，heardastealthyrustleonthedarkstairs，andinamomentsheappearedinthelightofhislamp。Hewentuptoseizeherhand，andfoundshewasclammyasamarinedeity，andthatherclothesclungtoherliketherobesuponthefiguresintheParthenonfrieze。
`I’msocold！’shesaidthroughherchatteringteeth。`CanIcomebyyourfire，Jude？’
Shecrossedtohislittlegrateandverylittlefire，butasthewaterdrippedfromherasshemoved，theideaofdryingherselfwasabsurd。
`Whateverhaveyoudone，darling？’heasked，withalarm，thetenderepithetslippingoutunawares。