Help me on with my coat, Chetwode.

There is nothing more to be done to-day.

I will call and get some tea somewhere on my way home." He rose to his feet, a little heavily.
"Tell them to get me a taxicab," he directed.

"I don't feel much like walking to-day, and they are not sending for me." Arnold sent the errand-boy off to London Bridge.

Mr.Weatherley stood before the window looking out into the murky atmosphere.
"I hope, Chetwode," he said, "that I haven't said anything to make you believe that there is anything wrong with me, or to give you cause for uneasiness.