"What do I want to whisper for?
I don't want to whisper, Simmy.

I never whisper.

I hate to hear people whisper.

I refuse to whisper to anybody." Simmy took him by the arm and led him to a table in a corner remote from others that were occupied.
"Maybe you'd rather go for a drive in the Park," he said engagingly.
"Nonsense! I've been driven all day, Simmy.

I don't want to be driven any more.