The official resented his satirical comments, and was baffling in meaningless and unhelpful replies.
Cecil shivered and shivered.
“Get a cab, for the Lord’s sake, and put us into it,” scolded Rose.
The doctor silently complied.
“Are you coming with us?” she demanded fiercely.
“Do you want me to come or not?” he retorted with equal abruptness.
Cecil looked out from the gloomy depths of the closed taxi.
“Come,” he said.
Ford, with a last, cutting observation to the contemptuous-looking official, directed the driver to the Langham Hotel, and took his place beside Cecil.
They drove in absolute silence through streets that seemed singularly cheerless, with rain beating wildly against the windows, so that they were obliged to close them both.