`` florence , what the hell are you doing here ? '' a young man with long bushy hair covering his eyes set up his easel near mine . although it looked like being as fine a spring day as yesterday , it was still freezing cold , and the grass was wet with dew . morris said , weve got to get him out of here . it had what looked like a stone hood over it which served as a chimney . i 'd like to borrow your bathrobe , actually , so i do n't get anything on myself . '' 