Richard transferred himself in spirit to a certain square on the borders of Hoxton and Islington, within scent of the Regent's Canal.

The house there was now inhabited by Emma and her sisters; they also would be at dinner.

Suppose he had the choice: there or here?
Adela addressed to him another question.

The square vanished into space.
How often he had spoken scornfully of that word 'lady'! Were not all of the sex women?
What need for that hateful distinction?
Richard tried another experiment with his imagination.

'I had dinner with some people called Waltham last Sunday.