"But the window! Aren't you catching cold?"
He shook his head.
"I believe you were listening to 'New York'!" she continued, taking off her cloak.
"I was."
She put her cloak down on the sofa.
"Listening for the verdict?" she said. "Trying to divine what it will be?"
"Something like that, perhaps."
"There is still a good deal of the child in you, Claude," she said seriously, but fondly too.
"Is there? Too much perhaps," he answered in a low voice.
"What's the matter? Are you feeling depressed?"