He's very unfortunate, sir, is Allchin." "Tell him to come before nine to-morrow morning, if he can." "Yes, sir.

I'm sure it's very kind of you, sir." "What else ?" "Nothing as I can think of just now, sir." Warburton knew from the woman's way of speaking that she had something still in her mind; but his pipe being well lit, and a pleasant lassitude creeping over him, he merely nodded.

Mrs.Hopper cleared the table, and withdrew.
The window looked across the gardens of Chelsea Hospital (old-time Ranelagh) to the westward reach of the river, beyond which lay Battersea Park, with its lawns and foliage.

A beam of the July sunset struck suddenly through the room.

Warburton was aware of it with half-closed eyes; he wished to stir himself, and look forth, but languor held his limbs, and wreathing tobacco-smoke kept his thoughts among the mountains.