You hear your own footsteps suddenly quite loud.

The Temple's very pleasant.
I think I should go and see if I could find dear old Hodgkin--the man who writes books about Van Eyck, you know.

When I left England he was very sad about his tame magpie.

He suspected that a man had poisoned it.
And then Russell lives on the next staircase.

I think you'd like him.
He's a passion for Handel.