As soon as he could he made his adieux and hurried off to the cloakroom.

His coat was already upon his arm when Cecil discovered him.
"What are you bolting off for, old man ?" he asked.
"I've had enough," Andrew answered.

"I can't stand the atmosphere, and I hate dancing, as you know.

See you to-morrow, Cecil.

I want to have a talk with you.