Father, this is Mr.Burton.
He is very hot and he is going to have tea with us, and he wrote those impressions in the Piccadilly Gazette which you gave me to read.

My father is an Oriental scholar, Mr.Burton, but he is also interested in modern things." Burton held out his hand.
"I try to understand London," he said.

"It is enough for me.

I know nothing about Assyria." Mr.Cowper was a picturesque-looking old gentleman, with kind blue eyes and long white hair.
"It is quite natural," he assented.

"You were born in London, without a doubt, you have lived there all your days and you write as one who sees.
I was born in a library.