In a few minutes ingenuousness and a common term of years obliterated all recollection that they were strangers just met.

Stephen began to wax eloquent on extremely slight experiences connected with his professional pursuits; and she, having no experiences to fall back upon, recounted with much animation stories that had been related to her by her father, which would have astonished him had he heard with what fidelity of action and tone they were rendered.

Upon the whole, a very interesting picture of Sweet-and-Twenty was on view that evening in Mr.Swancourt's house.
Ultimately Stephen had to go upstairs and talk loud to the vicar, receiving from him between his puffs a great many apologies for calling him so unceremoniously to a stranger's bedroom.

'But,' continued Mr.
Swancourt, 'I felt that I wanted to say a few words to you before the morning, on the business of your visit.

One's patience gets exhausted by staying a prisoner in bed all day through a sudden freak of one's enemy--new to me, though--for I have known very little of gout as yet.
However, he's gone to my other toe in a very mild manner, and I expect he'll slink off altogether by the morning.