'What did I hear of her husband?
He has a post....

Yes, yes.

Some one said the verdict in that case knocked him over--heart disease, or something.' He glanced at the dark Thames water.

'Take my word for it, the groves of Academe won't compare with one of our bridges at night, if you seek philosophy.

You see the London above and the London below: round us the sleepy city, and the stars in the water looking like souls of suicides.
I caught a girl with a bad fit on her once.