As regards the burial in Westminster Abbey, I think that the _Record_ will support the project.

I say I _think_.
_Priest_: Maria Lady Rowndell will be grateful.
Five-sixths of the remaining lights went out, and the entire company followed them.

In the foyer there was a prodigious crush of opera cloaks, silk hats, and cigars, all jostling together.

News arrived from the Strand that the weather had turned to rain, and all the intellect of the Grand Babylon was centred upon the British climate, exactly as if the British climate had been the latest discovery of science.

As the doors swung to and fro, the stridency of whistles, the throbbing of motor-cars, and the hoarse cries of inhabitants of box seats mingled strangely with the delicate babble of the interior.