Over here things are going so-so.

He asked me yesterday to go with him to the Louvre, and we walked about among the pictures for half an hour.

Mamma thinks it a very strange sort of thing for me to be doing, and though she delights, of all things, in a good cause, she is not sure that this cause is good enough to justify the means.

I admit that the means are very singular, and, as far as the Louvre is concerned, they were not successful.

We sat and looked for a quarter of an hour at the great Venus who has lost her arms, and he said never a word.