I felt it as I approached Bunker's.

I said to Herbert Octoyne (he's off with the Shrimp; Papa Shrimp was too much, he was so old that he was rank)--I said, either I smell the grass sprouting in the Battery or I have a sensation of spring.
I raise my eyes--I see that it is not grass, but flowers.

I recognize the dear, delicious spring.

I bow to Miss Plumer." He tossed it airily off.

It was audacious.