Do you mind if I open a window or two ?" "My God, it's Wingate!" the tenant of the room exclaimed.

"John Wingate!" Wingate, who had succeeded in opening the windows, came over and shook hands with the man whom he had come to visit.
"How are you, Andrew ?" he said.

"What on earth's got you that you choose to live in an atmosphere like this!" Slate, who had recovered from his surprise, slipped dejectedly back into his place.

Wingate had established himself with caution upon the only remaining chair.
"I've had lung trouble over here," Slate explained, "This heavy atmosphere plays the devil with one's breathing.

I guess you're right about the windows though.