Then he said again:

"Celie!"

Almost in the same breath she answered:

"Philip!"

Sounds outside the cabin announced the return of Bram. Following
the snarl and whine of the pack came heavy footsteps, and the
wolf-man entered. Philip did not turn his head toward the door. He
did not look at first to see what effect Bram's return had on
Celie Armin. He went on casually with his work. He even began to
whistle; and then, after a final stir or two at the potatoes, he
pointed to the pail in which the coffee was bubbling, and said:

"Turn the coffee, Celie. We're ready!"

He caught a glimpse of her face then. The excitement and color had
partly died out of it. She took the pail of coffee and went with
it to the table.

Then Philip faced Bram.

The wolf-man was standing with his back to the door. He had not
moved since entering, and he was staring at the scene before him
in a dull, stupid sort of way. In one hand he carried a pail
filled with water; in the other a frozen fish.