If Cecilia and Thyme failed him, he would go to his club, and keep himself in touch with every kind of social movement by reading the reviews.
Thyme walked along with her head up and a wrinkle in her brow, as though she were absorbed in serious reflection; if admiring glances were flung at her, she did not seem aware of them.

Passing not far from Hilary's, she entered the Broad Walk, and crossed it to the farther end.
On a railing, stretching out his long legs and observing the passers-by, sat her cousin, Martin Stone.

He got down as she came up.
"Late again," he said.

"Come on!" "Where are we going first ?" Thyme asked.
"The Notting Hill district's all we can do to-day if we're to go again to Mrs.Hughs'.

I must be down at the hospital this afternoon." Thyme frowned.