He came up the West coast with us and is accustomed to a temperature of 120 degrees.
New Year's eve we spend with Lady Lewis where we dine and keep it up until four in the morning.

We will easily be able to get back here but how we can get a hansom from here to the great city, I can't imagine.
I have seen none in five days.

It is fine to be surrounded by busts of Carlyle, Whistler, Rosetti and Turner's own, but occasionally you wish for a taxicab.

Tomorrow I am going on a spree to the great city of London.

The novel goes on smoothly, and all is well.