Let's see.

I've got two hours yet to work up my ginger.

I'll have a pipe to start with." He passed into the bar, where, finding himself alone, he curled up in a big leather chair and gave himself up to his pipe and his dreams.

The dingy bar-room gave place to a little sunny glen in the Highlands of Scotland, in which nestled a little cluster of stone-built cottages, moss-grown and rose-covered.

Far down in the bottom of the Glen a tiny loch gleamed like a jewel.