Hm, well. I don’t have a spare coat. But you can borrow mine in the afternoons while I’m here getting dinner ready for everyone? That or I can write you a letter of introduction to the seamstress who’s been coming nearly every night for dinner.

[Of course, there is one other downside to borrowing Cecil’s coat that he hasn’t mentioned: Cecil’s fashion sense. It’s amazingly warm, quilted even. But there’s no accounting for taste.]