We stayed over two or three trains in London, however, just long enough to get in a background, as it were, for our Continental experiences.

The weather was typical, and the background, from an artistic point of view, was perfect.

While not precisely opaque, you couldn't see through it anywhere.
When it became a question of how we were to put in the time, it seemed to momma as if she would rather lie down than anything.
"You and your father, dear," she said, "might drive to St.Paul's, when it stops raining.

Have a good look at the dome and try to bring me back the sound of the echo.

It is said to be very weird.