When they came outside the theater Bruce found in his car something wrong with the engine.

He tinkered but it would not go.

Allan hailed a taxi.
"Why not come with us ?" asked Deborah.
"No, thanks," said Bruce.

"I've got this car to look after." "Oh, let it wait," urged Allan.
"It does look a little like rain," put in Edith.

Bruce glanced up at the cloudy sky and hesitated a moment.
"Rain, piffle," he said good-humoredly.