"I only sleep there. I breakfast at the club."
"Where's that?"
"We passed it on the way down."
"How you must have wanted to get away! Your coat's undone."
"What of it?"
"Do it up."
"But—"
"You'll take cold. Do it up or I'll leave you at once."
"Don't be so considerate," he said, as he obeyed her behest. "It isn't kind."
"Why not?"