Slowly, she removed her coat and hat, and fixed her hair at a small
looking glass. "Men use these things too," she observed.
"Yes, we do," he echoed, and put her things on the couch, where he
likewise laid his own.
"Sit down," he advised.
"Over here?"
"Yes."
"Oh, this is a nice soft chair."
Carstairs walked about a while. He was so nervous that he did not know
what to do. Nevertheless, he realized that he must offer to entertain
her. At least, he must say something.