'Time and distance are nothing to you, and I shall be very glad of your company.

Come by all means.' His friend was instantly appeased.
'Don't let me make you late, Earwaker.

Must we start this moment?
Come along, then.

Can I carry anything for you?
Lord! if you could only see a tropical forest! How do you get on with old Runcorn?
_Write_?
What the devil was the use of my writing, when words are powerless to describe--?
What a rum old place this seems, after experiences like mine; how the deuce can you live here?
I say, I've brought you a ton of curiosities; will make your rooms look like a museum.

Confound it! I've broken my shin against the turn in the staircase! Whew! Who are you going to dine with ?--Moxey?
Never heard the name.' In Holborn a hansom was hailed, and the friends continued their dialogue as they drove westward.