John Banville

"Get in here, man," the Judge said from the doorway of the room, making shooing motions with his arm, "this hall is like a refrigerator."
"Will you be wanting tea?" Miss Flint asked, and the judge said, "No!" shortly and put a hand on Quirke's shoulder and drew him into the room.
"Tea!" he said, shutting the door behind them with a thud. "I declare to God, that woman..." He led Quirke to the fireplace and an armchair beside it. "Sit down there and thaw yourself out, and we'll have a drop of something stronger than tea."