"What's it matter if he did, the big fish ?" Alice responded with a loud sigh, and sat still.
"Well, want to go on back ?" Walter inquired.

"You bet I'm willing!" "No." "Well, then, what's the matter our drivin' on up to the porte-cochere?
There's room for me to park just the other side of it." "No, NO!" "What you expect to do?
Sit HERE all night ?" "No, leave the car here." "_I_ don't care where we leave it," he said.

"Sit still till I lock her, so none o' these millionaires around here'll run off with her." He got out with a padlock and chain; and, having put these in place, offered Alice his hand.

"Come on, if you're ready." "Wait," she said, and, divesting herself of the raincoat, handed it to Walter.

"Please leave this with your things in the men's dressing-room, as if it were an extra one of your own, Walter." He nodded; she jumped out; and they scurried through the drizzle.
As they reached the porte-cochere she began to laugh airily, and spoke to the impassive man in livery who stood there.