They turned into Jermyn Street.
"There are some vases here, at this small shop round the corner, which I want you particularly to notice, Burton," he continued.

"They are perfect models of old Etruscan ware.

Did you ever see a more beautiful curve?
Isn't it a dream?
One could look at a curve like that and it has something the same effect upon one as a line of poetry or a single exquisite thought." Burton glanced into the window and looked back again over his shoulder.
The lady, however, had disappeared.
"Hm!" he remarked.

"Very nice vase.

Let's get on to lunch.