As they went towards the nearest station a wind suddenly blew in their faces.
"It is the west wind," she said.

"And it breathes of the spring." "There will be no fog to-night," he answered.

"See, it is lifting.

The west wind will blow it away." "It comes from fields and woods and mountains and the sea," she said dreamily.
The fog was indeed disappearing.

The gas-jets shone more clearly; the 'buses broke into a decorous trot.