With patriotic pride he told himself: "Six months in Europe, and the most beautiful thing I've seen comes from back home!" When he rose reluctantly twenty minutes later his two compatriots were still at table, discussing their plans for the day.

As is usual in such cases, the girl arranged, the man agreed.
With one last glance in her direction, West went out on the parched pavement of Haymarket.
Slowly he walked back to his rooms.

Work was waiting there for him; but instead of getting down to it, he sat on the balcony of his study, gazing out on the courtyard that had been his chief reason for selecting those apartments.

Here, in the heart of the city, was a bit of the countryside transported--the green, trim, neatly tailored countryside that is the most satisfying thing in England.

There were walls on which the ivy climbed high, narrow paths that ran between blooming beds of flowers, and opposite his windows a seldom-opened, most romantic gate.
As he sat looking down he seemed to see there below him the girl of the Carlton.