Paul followed with Jane.
"And what have you been doing ?" he asked.
"Typewriting.

Then Bill came across Mr.Finn, whom he hadn't seen for years, and got me the position of secretary.

Otherwise I've been doing nothing particular." "If you knew what a hunt I had years ago to find you," he said, and began to explain the set of foolish circumstances when they turned the corner of the drill hall and found a four-wheeled cab waiting.
"I had already engaged it for my friends and myself," Mr.Finn explained.

"Will you get in ?" Jane and Paul and Mr.Finn entered the cab.

Barney Bill, who liked air and for whom the raw November night was filled apparently with balmy zephyrs, clambered in his crablike way next the driver.