'It's one of those sort of warm days that seem to have got mixed up by mistake with the winter.' 'Very,' was his reply, which was not very relevant.
Another pause was beginning.
'Mr Vincy,' announced the servant.
He was received with enthusiasm, and Aylmer Ross now recovered his ease and soon went away.
'Edith!' said Vincy, in a reproving tone.

'_Really_! How _very_ soon!' 'He came to know what time we dine.

He was just passing.' 'Oh, yes.

He would want to know.

He lives in Jermyn Street.