"It's blowing," said the old woman.
Constance went in, took a shawl and put it over her mother's shoulders:
"You'll come in, won't you, Mamma, if you feel cold?"
And she went back to the drawing-room, intending to go upstairs.
But voices sounded from the hall and the door was opened. It was Gerdy and Guy:
"Are you in, Auntie?"
"Are you back at last?"
"Where have you been all the afternoon?"
"Have you been walking with Adele?"
"Come, Auntie," said Guy, "give an account of yourself!"