"I hate standing at the doors.

We shall find seats somewhere." Her gay, careless tones astonished the listener.

Involuntarily he began to follow; but at the edge of the pavement in Gower Street they stopped, and by advancing another step or two he distinctly overheard the continuation of their talk.
"The 'bus will take a long time." "Bother the 'bus!" This was Eve Madeley again--if Eve it could really be.

"We'll have a cab.

Look, there's a crawler in Euston Road.