The price to you will be twenty-seven and six." Miltoun, pocketing the bargain, walked out.

He made his way into the Temple, left the book at his Chambers, and passed on down to the bank of Mother Thames.

The Sun was loving her passionately that afternoon; he had kissed her into warmth and light and colour.

And all the buildings along her banks, as far as the towers at Westminster, seemed to be smiling.

It was a great sight for the eyes of a lover.