Mr Inspector, hastily fortifying himself with another glass, strolled out with a noiseless foot and an unoccupied countenance.

As one might go to survey the weather and the general aspect of the heavenly bodies.
'This is becoming grim, Mortimer,' said Eugene, in a low voice.

'I don't like this.' 'Nor I' said Lightwood.

'Shall we go ?' 'Being here, let us stay.

You ought to see it out, and I won't leave you.