The abominable weather of snows and tempests from which we had suffered for weeks had undergone a change.
It was a mild morning brightened by a pale convalescent sort of sun, and there was just a little hope of spring in the air.

I felt content with everything and everybody.
About eleven o'clock the buzz of the library telephone disturbed my comfortable perusal of the newspaper.

I wheeled towards the instrument.
Sir Anthony was speaking.
"Can you come round at once?
Very urgent.

The car is on its way to you." "What's the matter ?" I asked.
He could not tell me over the wires.

I was to take it that my presence was urgently needed.
"I'll come along at once," said I.
Some hitch doubtless had occurred.