Is it too cold?
Have you a fur coat?
I'll send back to the house for an extra one." He paused, brisk as he was; the thought of those four flights a second time dismayed him.
The servant had gone out, and Pete was still absent, presumably breaking the news of his engagement to Dr.Parret.
Mrs.Wayne had an idea.

She went to a window on the south side of the room, opened it, and looked out.

If he had good lungs, she told him, he could make his man hear.
Mr.Lanley did not visibly recoil.

He leaned out and shouted.

The chauffeur looked up, made a motion to jump out, fearing that his employer was being murdered in these unfamiliar surroundings; then he caught the order to go home for an extra coat.
Lanley drew his shoulder back into the room and shut the window; as he did so he saw a trace of something impish in the smile of his hostess.
"Why do you smile ?" he asked quickly.
She did not make the mistake of trying to arrest her smile; she let it broaden.
"I don't suppose you have ever done such a thing before." "Now, that does annoy me." "Calling down five stories ?" "No; your thinking I minded." "Well, I did think so." "You were mistaken, utterly mistaken." "I'm glad.