They are not like this in Mortimer Street." "Do you live in Mortimer Street ?" "Yes." "Do you like it ?" "I am very comfortable.

I am fortunate in having a nice landlady.

She and her daughter are very kind to me." The morning was indeed heavenly.

The masses of flowers were drenched with dew, and the already hot sun was drawing fragrance from them and filling the warm air with it.

The marquis, with hia monocle fixed, looked up into the cobalt-blue sky and among the trees, where a wood-dove or two cooed with musical softness.
"Yes," he observed, with a glance which swept the scene, "it is different from Mortimer Street, I suppose.