All my life before me, isn't it ?" Waymark kept silence for a moment.
"How do you like my room ?" she asked suddenly, looking round.
"It's very comfortable.

I always thought there were nothing but business places all about here.

I should rather like to live in the very middle of the town, like this." "Should you?
That's just what I like.

Oh, how I enjoy the noise and the crowds! I should be ill if I had to live in one of those long, dismal streets, where the houses are all the same shape, and costermongers go bawling about all day long.

I suppose you live in a place like that ?" "Very much the same." In taking his handkerchief out, Waymark just happened to feel a book in his overcoat-pocket.