"I must say, I should have thought there were more than enough people living here already," remarked Vivian, getting up to take Eugène´s empty cup from him, and carrying it to Clara to be replenished.
"Thank you, my sweet," he murmured. "Not quite so much milk this time, please, Aunt Clara. I do wish you would move away from the fire, Ingram; I am feeling very chilly, and I got up with the suspicion of a cold in my head this morning."
"Eugène! You never told me!" Vivian said quickly. "Are you sure you´re all right? I thought you didn´t look quite so well today, but put it down to the wretched night you had. Ingram, can´t you sit down? You´re screening all the warmth from Eugène!
What to you think, BT? Boot brush for both of them?
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