"Ugh, I can't stand this.

It makes me sick to be back.

Thank your stars that you are going to the sun and heat, and out of this hideous grey weather." They left him at the Embassy, and turned back to their hotel.
"He's a useful man," said Lewis, "he has given us a cue; life will be pretty well varied out there for you and me, I fancy." Then, as they entered a boulevard, and the real sweep of the wind met their faces, both men fell strangely silent.

To George it was the last word of the north which they were leaving, and his recent home-sickness came back and silenced him.

But to Lewis, his mind already busy with his errand, this sting of wind was the harsh disturber which carried him back to a lonely home in a cold, upland valley.