Chapter 6
Jumping over forms, and creeping under tables, I made my way to one of the fire-places; there, kneeling by the high wire fender, I found Burns, absorbed, silent, abstracted from all round her by the companionship of a book, which she read by the dim glare of the embers. / “Is it still ‘Rasselas’?” I asked, coming behind her. / “Yes,” she said, “and I have just finished it.”...I sat down by her on the floor. / “What is your name besides Burns?” / “Helen.” / “Do you come a long way from here?” / “I come from a place farther north, quite on the borders of Scotland.” / “Will you ever go back?” / “I hope so; but nobody can be sure of the future.”