"No, Miss Landors is not married yet." "I have often wondered what she looked like," he mused.
"When do you go on your vacation ?" I asked irrelevantly.
"In a week or ten days; may be to-morrow.

It's according to how long I stay sober." I was sorry that he had recalled to me the name of Phyllis.

It dampened my sociability.

I was not yet prepared to take him into my confidence.

The ale, however, loosened our tongues, and though we did not talk about our present affairs we had a pleasant time recounting the days when we were young in the sense that we had no real trouble.
Those were the times when we were earning fifteen and twenty the week; when our watches were always in durance vile; when we lied to the poor washerwoman and to the landlady; when we would always be "around to-morrow" and "settle up" with our creditors.
"There was no ennui those days," laughed Hillars.
"True.