That was sure.

When?
Where?
And of what significance was it, after all?
Whom did it concern?
Him?
Her?
And what had he to say to her, after all?
Or she to him?
Not one word.
* * * * * About midnight he roused himself and picked up his hat and coat.
"Do you wish a cab, please ?" whispered the club servant who held his coat; "it is snowing very hard, sir.".