We--I was spending the day there once ...

you had to stoop to get in at the door, I remember.

The vase is only from Great Portland Street." The prices were upon his lips; both had been bargains, a passing happiness and pride.
"I must remember to tell them when they come to-morrow," said Severino.
"They are the sort of thing a woman likes." "They are," agreed Langholm, his lowered eyes still lingering on the table and the vase "the sort of thing a woman likes ...

So these women are coming again to-morrow, are they ?" The question was quite brisk, when it came.
"Yes, they promised." "Both of them, eh ?" "Yes, I hope so!" The sick man broke into eager explanations.

"I only want to see her, Langholm! That's all I want.