Is there a quiet spot anywhere about here ?" "If we jump on this omnibus that's coming, it'll take us to the Suspension Bridge--Clifton, you know.

Plenty of quiet spots about there." The suggestion was accepted.

On the omnibus they conversed as any casual acquaintances might have done.

Glazzard occasionally inspected his companion's features, which were not vulgar, yet not pleasing.

The young man had a habit of sucking in his cheeks, and of half closing his eyes as if he suffered from weak sight; his limbs twitched now and then, and he constantly fingered his throat.
"A fine view," remarked Glazzard, as they came near to the great cliffs; "but the bridge spoils it, of course." "Do you think so?
Not to my mind.