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"You can't go out like that," he protested. "There's an east wind, and it's cold enough for snow. Where's your coat?"

"Gone to be altered," she replied, examining her glove closely. "I'm not a bit cold, really."

He put on his own warm overcoat, drew on his gloves and stroked the nap of his hat thoughtfully.

"Where is your coat, Rosina?" he asked.

She made a grimace at him.

"Don't be melodramatic, Matthew," she begged, "and don't look at me as though I were some sort of starving heroine. My coat's pawned, if you must know."

"Tell me about it," he insisted.

"There's nothing to tell. You were out to dinner last night. Philip and I were starving and we had exactly two-pence between us. It was an awful joke, really, and I don't want a coat with the spring coming on."

"What about Philip's own coat?"

A spot of colour flamed in her cheeks, her eyes flashed.

"Don't be absurd, Matthew!" she exclaimed. "You know how bad Philip's cough is, and his clothes are much thinner than mine."

"Get the ticket," he ordered.