"To go or to remain ?" "For pity's sake, put something on!" urged Olga.

"There's my dressing-gown.

Take that!" But Violet had already snatched up a bath-towel which she draped about her with scarf-like effect.
"This will do quite well and is infinitely more artistic.

Pray come in, Dr.Wyndham! The patient is quite ready for you." Max came in.

He scarcely looked at either girl, but halted just inside the room, holding the door wide open.
"One at a time, Miss Campion, please!" he said curtly.
"Dear, dear!" laughed Violet, with audacious mirth.