Dresden china and all the stale similes applied to a type of little woman of whom the modern world has grown intolerant.
It was therefore into this _milieu_ that David found himself introduced one Thursday at the end of November, 1901.

He had walked the short distance from Great Portland Street station.

It was a fine day with a red sunset, and a lemon-coloured, thin moon-crescent above the sunset.

The trees and bushes of Park Crescent were a background of dull blue haze.

The surface of the broad roads was dry and polished, so his neat, patent-leather boots would still be fit for drawing-room carpets.
A footman in a very plain livery--here Michael was firm--opened the massive door.