It's rather banale; but there doesn't seem any other way.

Well, I have given you his message.

Are you going with me to get that poem ?" When March had given Burnamy the paper at his hotel, and Burnamy had put it in his pocket, the young man said he thought he would take some coffee, and he asked March to join him in the dining-room where they had stood talking.
"No, thank you," said the elder, "I don't propose sitting up all night, and you'll excuse me if I go to bed now.

It's a little informal to leave a guest--" "You're not leaving a guest! I'm at home here.

I'm staying in this hotel too." March said, "Oh!" and then he added abruptly, "Good-night," and went up stairs under the fresco of the five poets.
"Whom were you talking with below ?" asked Mrs.March through the door opening into his room from hers.
"Burnamy," he answered from within.