"Radek, that woman is still downstairs in _Portal Waiting_! We can't
have her hanging around all night. Why hasn't she been given her bill
of divorcement and sent home? My God, man, where's your feelings? She's
at least entitled to that."
"Right away, sir. I was just going."
He picked up the square of white paper. He pushed back his chair, got
to his feet, went across the office taking those peculiar, quiet little
steps of his.
Yes, sir. Just going, sir. On my way, sir. Because, sir, as you've
pointed out so clearly, sir, she's at least entitled to that.