"You're going back then?"
"Yes, I'm going back. You told me to, didn't you?"
Her tone and look were cool, faintly mocking.
"It's snowing hard," said Hilary.
He put out the lamp—a grey light filled the room.
"No matter—it's only a little way."
"I'll get a carriage for you—"
"No—I'd rather go back as I came."
"But you can't—you haven't any dry clothes—"
"No matter—it's only for a moment."