"No, I'm not," Gilbert replied.
"Yes, you are. The Jaynes have gone!"
"I saw them going. I've been here for over half-an-hour, waiting for you!"
"Over half-an-hour! What's up, Gilbert?"
Gilbert put his arm in Henry's and made him move out of the Savoy courtyard. "Come down to the Embankment," he said. "It's quieter there. I want to talk to you!"
"But hadn't we better go home? We can talk on the way. It's late...."
"No. I want to go to the Embankment. Damn it all, Quinny, it's a sentimental place for a heart-to-heart talk, isn't it?"
"You aren't drunk, Gilbert, I suppose?"
"Never so sober in my life, Quinny. Besides, I don't get drunk. People who talk about beer and whisky as much as I do, never get drunk. Come along, there's a good chap!"
"Very well ... only I'm not going to stay long. I'm no good for work the day after I've had a long night...."