It was an odd little scene on the London pavement at ten o'clock at night; so intimately domestic amid surroundings the very antithesis of domesticity.

Only a few yards away, a girl, to whom the pavement was a place of commerce, stood laughing with two men.

The sound of her voice hinted to Monica the advisability of walking as they conversed, and they moved towards Walworth Road Station.
'We thought at first,' said Virginia, 'that when Alice had gone you might like to share my room; but then the distance from Great Portland Street would be a decided objection.

I might move, but we doubt whether that would be worth while.

It is so comfortable with Mrs.Conisbee, and for the short remaining time--Christmas, I should think, would be a very good time for opening.