They often are.
However, you'd better give me those keys, Mademoiselle Sonia, since I'm to get to Paris first.

I should look rather silly if, when I got there, I had to break into the house to catch the burglars." Sonia handed the keys to the Duke.

He contrived to take her little hand, keys and all, into his own, as he received them, and squeezed it.
The light was too dim for the others to see the flush which flamed in her face.

She went back and stood beside the bureau.
"Now, papa, are you going to motor to Paris in a thin coat and linen waistcoat?
If we're going, we'd better go.

You always do keep us waiting half an hour whenever we start to go anywhere," said Germaine firmly.
The millionaire bustled out of the room.