"And down and out." I sighed. "It was a handsome night. Very cold, though. I thought of you all warm in bed."
"What a wicked story! You never knew of my existence."
"I thought of everybody. That embraced you. It's extraordinary how little women can wear without dying of exposure, isn't it?"
Miss Doiran glanced at her sleeve.
"This coat is lined with chamois leather," she said. "I don't know what more you want."
"Yes. But your stockings aren't. When you stepped into the car I was quite frightened for you."
My companion's chin rose, and she stared through the wind-screen with compressed lips.
"I'm as warm as toast," she said defiantly.
"If you're no warmer than the toast I had for breakfast this morning——"
"You should get up earlier."