Now, as she held out her hand to him in farewell, he caught sight of the pleasant little room beyond.

He had the strongest wish to cross the threshold on which she was standing; but, of course, it was impossible.
"When my cousin comes back from abroad," he said, "I want you to know each other, Miss Gray.

Perhaps you will ask us to tea here." "I shall be delighted," she said frankly.
"You like your quarters ?" He was oddly reluctant to go.
"Very much indeed." "You are near Heaven." "I hear the singing at the Carmelites.

I can see the tops of the trees in Kensington Gardens.

To be sure, I ought to live nearer my work.