Earlyish

Old Jermyn sat down in his favourite chair by one of the windows overlooking Pall Mall. It was earlyish, and the big room—empty and noiseless—and lined with books between its high windows, seemed to envelop old Jermyn with velvet arms.

From outside the music was thumping, it had been Big Band jazz and now it was earlyish rock ’n’ roll, such as Rachel and Gerald might conceivably have danced to twenty-five years ago.