There was a smile on her lips.
'The fog is terrible,' Milvain went on.

'How do you get home ?' 'By omnibus from Tottenham Court Road.' 'Then do let me go a part of the way with you.

I live in Mornington Road--up yonder, you know.

I have only just come in to waste half an hour, and after all I think I should be better at home.

Your father is all right, I hope ?' 'He is not quite well.' 'I'm sorry to hear that.