is still raining, and your dress is very thin. You must take my cloak.”
“Oh!” she said, shrinking. “It is only two yards.”
“It is still raining fairly fast. Better either wait, or let me lend you my cloak.”
He swung out of his cloak with a quick little movement, and held it up to her. Almost without realising, she turned her shoulders to him, and he put the cape on her. She caught it round her, and ran out to the gate, as if escaping. He followed, with a light yet military stride. The soldiers saluted rather slovenly, and he responded briefly.
A not very new Fiat stood at the gate, with a chauffeur in a short red-and-black check coat. The chauffeur opened the door. Kate slipped off the cloak as she got in, and handed it back. He