I liked to go there in the soft, early dusk; the smooth noiseless ascent of the lift, and the lighted floors that we passed, gave one an odd, dreamy feeling.

Mrs.Fullerton had a handsome suite of apartments on the third floor, and there was a beautiful view from her drawing-room window of the Park and the Albert Memorial.

It was a nice, cheerful situation, and Mrs.Fullerton, who liked gaiety, preferred it to Rutherford Lodge, though Lesbia had been born there and she had passed her happiest days in it.
I found Mrs.Fullerton alone, but she seemed very friendly, and was evidently glad to see me.

I suppose I was better company than her own thoughts.
I liked Mrs.Fullerton, after a temperate fashion.

She was a nice little woman, and would have been nicer still if she had talked less and thought more.