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The
acquaintanceship
might
,
however
,
have
ended
in
a
slow
forgetting
,
but
for
an
incident
which
occurred
at
the
end
of
the
same
week
.
One
afternoon
it
began
to
freeze
,
and
the
frost
increased
with
evening
,
which
drew
on
like
a
stealthy
tightening
of
bonds
.
It
was
a
time
when
in
cottages
the
breath
of
the
sleepers
freezes
to
the
sheets
;
when
round
the
drawing
-
room
fire
of
a
thick
-
walled
mansion
the
sitters
’
backs
are
cold
,
even
whilst
their
faces
are
all
aglow
.
Many
a
small
bird
went
to
bed
supperless
that
night
among
the
bare
boughs
.
As
the
milking
-
hour
drew
near
,
Oak
kept
his
usual
watch
upon
the
cowshed
.
At
last
he
felt
cold
,
and
shaking
an
extra
quantity
of
bedding
round
the
yearling
ewes
he
entered
the
hut
and
heaped
more
fuel
upon
the
stove
.
The
wind
came
in
at
the
bottom
of
the
door
,
and
to
prevent
it
Oak
laid
a
sack
there
and
wheeled
the
cot
round
a
little
more
to
the
south
.
Then
the
wind
spouted
in
at
a
ventilating
hole
—
of
which
there
was
one
on
each
side
of
the
hut
.
Gabriel
had
always
known
that
when
the
fire
was
lighted
and
the
door
closed
one
of
these
must
be
kept
open
—
that
chosen
being
always
on
the
side
away
from
the
wind
.
Closing
the
slide
to
windward
,
he
turned
to
open
the
other
;
on
second
thoughts
the
farmer
considered
that
he
would
first
sit
down
leaving
both
closed
for
a
minute
or
two
,
till
the
temperature
of
the
hut
was
a
little
raised
.
He
sat
down
.
His
head
began
to
ache
in
an
unwonted
manner
,
and
,
fancying
himself
weary
by
reason
of
the
broken
rests
of
the
preceding
nights
,
Oak
decided
to
get
up
,
open
the
slide
,
and
then
allow
himself
to
fall
asleep
.
He
fell
asleep
,
however
,
without
having
performed
the
necessary
preliminary
.
How
long
he
remained
unconscious
Gabriel
never
knew
.
During
the
first
stages
of
his
return
to
perception
peculiar
deeds
seemed
to
be
in
course
of
enactment
.
His
dog
was
howling
,
his
head
was
aching
fearfully
—
somebody
was
pulling
him
about
,
hands
were
loosening
his
neckerchief
.
On
opening
his
eyes
he
found
that
evening
had
sunk
to
dusk
in
a
strange
manner
of
unexpectedness
.
The
young
girl
with
the
remarkably
pleasant
lips
and
white
teeth
was
beside
him
.
More
than
this
—
astonishingly
more
—
his
head
was
upon
her
lap
,
his
face
and
neck
were
disagreeably
wet
,
and
her
fingers
were
unbuttoning
his
collar
.
"
Whatever
is
the
matter
?
"
said
Oak
,
vacantly
.
She
seemed
to
experience
mirth
,
but
of
too
insignificant
a
kind
to
start
enjoyment
.
"
Nothing
now
,
"
she
answered
,
"
since
you
are
not
dead
.
It
is
a
wonder
you
were
not
suffocated
in
this
hut
of
yours
.
"
