"Let me take your umbrella, please.

It's very wet; I'll open it on the floor here, in the corner.

Please walk in.

Please walk in." The door was open from the passage into a room that was lighted by two candles.
"If it had not been for your promise that you would certainly come, I should have given up expecting you." "A quarter to one," said Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, looking at his watch, as he went into the room.
"And in this rain; and such an interesting distance.

I've no clock...
and there are nothing but market-gardens round me...