"You'd better go in-doors, Val."
"Go in! Why?"
"The dew is falling. You'll take cold."
"Oh no."
He urged the point.
"Don't drive me in this heavenly Indian-summer night!" she pleaded.
They all exclaimed against his barbarity, and he went to get her a shawl. There was nothing in the hall. He rang; no one answered. He went up-stairs.
In vain Val called after him: "I've got my scarf."
Scherer was teasing Julia for not being able to think of anything but the ball.
"You're just as bad."