'Do you think that you are always to be allowed to go through the world taking thought of other people and allowing no one to take thought of you ?' He held it out to her.
'No, no! This is absurd, Mr.Elsmere.You are not strong yet.

And I have often told you that nothing hurts me.' He hung it deliberately over his arm.

'Very well, then, there it stays!' And they hurried on again, she biting her lip and on the point of laughter.
'Mr.Elsmere, be sensible!' she said presently, her look changing to one of real distress.

'I should never forgive myself if you got a chill after your illness!' 'You will not be called upon,' he said, in the most matter-of-fact tone.
'Men's coats are made to keep out weather,' and he pointed to his own, closely buttoned up.

'Your dress--I can't help being disrespectful under the circumstances--will be wet through in ten minutes.' Another silence.