Overhead the sky, arched in a cloudless dome of blue, was reflected in the turquoise depths of the water.
Then Mosman came in sight with its shaggy slopes and terra-cotta roofs, the houses, on the pattern of a Swiss chalet, standing with spaces between, fashionable and reserved.

Jonah thought of Cardigan Street, and smiled.

They walked in silence along the path to Cremorne Point, the noise of birds and the rustling of leaves bringing a touch of the country to Jonah.
"Had you been waiting long ?" asked Clara, suddenly.
"Since twenty past two," replied Jonah.
"The impudence of some people is incredible," she said.

"I've just lost a pupil and a guinea a quarter--it's the same thing.

The mother thought I should buy the music for the child out of the guinea.