"Give it to me, please."
"I'm going to keep it."
"By what right?"
"Conquest and possession."
"What if somebody should see you with it?"
"Nobody shall."
"Somebody always does. Nobody would believe it fell out of a window!"
"It fell straight into my heart."
She gave him up with a shrug. "Good Lord, you men! I don't suppose there's any coffee? I'm so used to having it in bed before I get up that I'm faint."
"I could make you some, if I knew where the coffee was, and the coffee-pot, and if there were any fire."