They had walked together from the bridge along that river way, with its tall houses and its little houses, its narrow alleys and its low-roofed inns, which is perhaps the most picturesque part of the river that the shattering march of time has left.

He had made intellectual remarks about the effects of the sunlight in the water.
He had drawn her attention to the beauty of the broad stretch of stream as it bent away towards Chiswick out of sight.

He felt that he had made an impression of mentality upon the little typewriting girl.

And, after that, he had suggested to Mrs.Hewson that it might seem churlish on his part not to have his meals with the rest.
Janet Hallard he did not like.

When he talked about art her eyes hung upon him and, waiting until he had finished, she then talked about the Stock Exchange.
"Oh! I hate talking shop," he said one day.
"But you do it so well," she replied quietly.