Flower sellers were busy at every corner; the sky was blue, with tiny flecks of white clouds, there was even some dust stirred by the little puffs of west wind.

He exchanged greetings with a few acquaintances, lingered here and there before the shop windows, and presently developed a fit of contemplation engendered by the thoughts which were all the time at the back of his mind.

Bond Street was crowded with vehicles of all sorts, from wonderfully upholstered automobiles to the resuscitated victoria.
The shop windows were laden with the treasures of the world, buyers were plentiful, promenaders multitudinous.

Every one seemed to be cheerful but a little engrossed in the concrete act of living.

Nigel almost ran into Prince Karschoff, at the corner of Grafton Street.
"Dreaming, my friend ?" the latter asked quietly, as he laid his hand upon Nigel's shoulder.
"Guilty," Nigel confessed.