Now, let me leave you an instant, to make a better fire, and have the hearth swept up.

Can you tell when there is a good fire?”

“Yes; with the right eye I see a glow — a ruddy haze.”

“And you see the candles?”

“Very dimly — each is a luminous cloud.”

“Can you see me?”

“No, my fairy: but I am only too thankful to hear and feel you.”

“When do you take supper?”

“I never take supper.”

“But you shall have some to-night. I am hungry: so are you, I daresay, only you forget.”