"What are we stopping for?" I said. "You can't get a good view from here to-day. It's too hazy."
"Go on."
"But, Circe—"
"Be quick. I'm awfully cold."
"Won't you come in and get warm before you go on, or borrow another rug, or—"
"No, thanks awfully, I must get home."
"Mayn't I see you there? I can easily walk back."
"No, thanks awfully, boy-scout."
"You mean it?"
"I do."