Poor Peter stared with passionate eyes as the vision passed.
“London soon,” said Mr. Zanti, gaily.
CHAPTER XI
ALL KINDS OF FOG IN THE CHARING CROSS ROAD
I
Towards the middle of the dim afternoon as the first straight pale houses began to close in upon the train, a lady and gentleman on the opposite side to Peter were discovered by him, as he awoke from a long sleep, to be talking:
“Well, my dear Lucy, how we are ever to get on if you want to do these absurd things I don't know. In London one must do as London does. In the country of course...”
He was short, breathless and a little bald. The lady was young and very upset.