There is an art in lighting a fire. He was dressed in loose grey clothes and had tan boots. Stephen heard his father's voice break into a laugh which was almost a sob. A rigid control, from the next day, was, as I have said, to follow them; yet how often and how passionately, for a week, we came back together to the subject! Much as we had discussed it that Sunday night, I was, in the immediate later hours in especial--for it may be imagined whether I slept--still haunted with the shadow of something she had not told me.