Don't wait for me.

Have your coffee.

I shall rejoin you in ten minutes." He put on his Greenland costume, lighted a lantern, and opened the door.
A stream of glacial air poured in.

White molecules whirled in the blackness.
"The wind is driving the snow in through the loopholes along the stair," said the woman.

"I am always afraid that Louis will take cold in his chest this kind of weather.