I don't suppose any one would have had the audacity--" and he stopped.
Sonia made a couple of steps toward the door, turned, hesitated, came back to the couch, and picked up her cloak.
There was a sudden gleam in Guerchard's eyes--a gleam of understanding, expectation, and triumph.

He stepped forward, and holding out his hands, said: "Allow me." "No, thank you," said Sonia.

"I'm not going to put it on." "No ...

but it's possible ...

some one may have ...