He sat up drowsily.
"We shall be there in ten minutes," she said.
"So soon!" he answered.

"Do you know on which side we arrive, sir ?" he asked me.
"On your side," I answered.
He rose to his feet, and commenced to wrap a scarf around his neck.
"You will be smothered," the girl remarked.
"I am cold," he answered, in a low tone.

"I am always cold after I have crossed the Channel.

Besides, it is the damp air.

You, too, will find it so in London, Felicia.