“Book Descriptions: "...I got in through the French window. It was a place of satin and Louis Quintz. The sound of a shower told me where Lady Claire was. I sat on a silly little chair and lit a cigarette. I was half-finished with it when she walked in. She was stark naked. If I lost some of my savoir faire, she lost none of hers. Quite clamly, she walked to the bed, picked up a flimsy negligee and wrapped it about herself.
"'And now," she said sweetly, 'will you kindly get the hell out of here before I ring for the bouncer.'"” DRIVE