And so on.

The atmosphere was warm and genial, but Peter wondered inwardly why he liked it, and he did not like it so much that Pennell's "Well, what about it?
Let's go on, Graham, shall we ?" found him unready.

The two said a general good-bye, promised madame to look in again, and sauntered out.
They crossed the square in front of Travalini's, lingered at the flower-stalls, refused the girls' pressure to buy, and strolled on.
"I'm sick of Travalini's," said Pennell.

"Don't let's go in there." "So am I," said Peter.

"Let's stroll down towards the sea." They turned down a side-street, and stood for a few minutes looking into a picture and book shop.