I want to get some cigarettes, anyhow.

You can walk down with me till I do _that_." "I'll walk down with you," replied Ida, "but I shan't go in." They drew near to the Imperial.

The street about was deserted, even the usual hacks that had their stand there were gone.
"You see," explained Vandover as they passed slowly in front of the doors, "this is all quiet enough.

If you pulled down your veil no one would know the difference, and here's the ladies' entrance, you see, right at the side." "All right, come along, let's go in," exclaimed Ida suddenly, and before he knew it they had swung open the little door of the ladies' entrance with its frosted pane of glass and had stepped inside.
It was between nine and ten o'clock, and the Imperial was quiet as yet; a few men were drinking in the barroom outside, and Toby, the red-eyed waiter, was talking in low tones to a girl under one of the electric lights.
Vandover and Ida went into one of the larger rooms in the rear passage and shut the door.

Ida pushed her bolero jacket from her shoulders, saying, "This seems nice and quiet enough." "Well, of course," answered Vandover, as though dismissing the question for good.