It was the long London street, after a hot, fine day, just when the lamps have been lit.

Have you noticed how golden the lights are?
I remember standing for a long time at the end of Harley Street, enjoying that effect.

Franks was going to try it--but then came the revolution." "For which--you mean, Mr.Warburton--I was to blame." Rosamund spoke in a very low voice and a very sweet, her head bent.
"Why, yes," replied Will, in the tone of corresponding masculinity, "though I shouldn't myself have used that word.

You, no doubt, were the cause of what happened, and so, in a sense, to blame for it.

But I know it couldn't be helped." "Indeed, it couldn't," declared Rosamund, raising her eyes a little, and looking across the river.
She had not in the least the air of a coquette.