Aubrey.
[Relenting.] If you very much want to smoke, I dare say it might be managed. If we have this window wide open, and you sit by it, a cigarette might not be noticed.
Cayley.
[Shortly.] Thanks.
[Takes out cigarette, and lights it, as soon as Aubrey has made the elaborate arrangements indicated above.
Aubrey.
[Politely.] I hope you won’t find it cold.
Cayley.
[Grimly.] England in March is always cold. [Sneezes violently.] But, perhaps, if you ring for my overcoat, I may manage to survive the evening.