"Oh, rot, old man. The night is still young...."
"Really? Well, but look here, why not stay the night? My wife will be delighted. I can fix you up in no time."
"No, thanks most awfully. I must be rolling off home. I said I'd be back; and I'm booked to put the chain on the door."
"As you like, of course, but it's still raining. Not a good night for a ride on an open horse."
"I'll bring a saloon next time. We shan't hurt. Rain's good for the complexion—makes the roses grow. Don't wake your man up. I can saddle her myself."
"My dear man, it's no trouble."
"No, really, old man."
"Well, I'll come along and lend you a hand."