There's generally a haze over the low parts of London; but it's often blue over the park when London's in a mist.
It's the open place that the balloons cross going over to Hurlingham.
They're pale yellow.

Well, then, it smells very good, particularly if they happen to be burning wood in the keeper's lodge which is there.
I could tell you now how to get from place to place, and exactly what trees you'd pass, and where you'd cross the roads.

You see, I played there when I was small.

Spring is good, but it's best in the autumn when the deer are barking; then it gets dusky, and I go back through the streets, and you can't see people properly; they come past very quick, you just see their faces and then they're gone--that's what I like--and no one knows in the least what you're doing--" "But you have to be back for tea, I suppose ?" Hewet checked her.
"Tea?
Oh yes.

Five o'clock.