The smile had gone, and with its passing away lines had come under her eyes and about her mouth.
Without a word to him she strode away into her bedroom.

Tavernake was just wondering whether he should retire, when she came back.
"Listen, Mr.Tavernake," she said, "how far away are your rooms ?" "Down at Chelsea," he answered, "about two miles and a half." "Take a taxi and drive there," she commanded, "or stop.

You will find my car outside.

I will telephone down to say that you are to use it.

Change into your evening clothes and come back for me.