He will probably be interested if you take him into the library." "Very good, sir," said the urbane Fisher, "will you change before you go out ?" Kara shook his head.
"I think I will go as I am," he said.

"Get me my fur coat.

This beastly cold kills me," he shivered as he glanced into the bleak street.

"Keep my fire going, put all my private letters in my bedroom, and see that Miss Holland has her lunch." Fisher followed him to his car, wrapped the fur rug about his legs, closed the door carefully and returned to the house.

From thence onward his behaviour was somewhat extraordinary for a well-bred servant.