My ribs are sore.

As the ladies decided not to go out until the weather took up, Davie said he would keep them company whilst I seized the opportunity to visit a tailor.

I left the hotel and walked quickly to the corner of Whitehall.

It was hardly worth while taking a cab to Bond Street, and I intended to cross in front of King Charles's statue.

It is an awkward place, and a lot of 'buses, cabs, and vans were bowling along downhill from the Strand and St.Martin's Church.