They passed out of Russell into Woburn Square.
Night was now darkening the latest tints of the sky, and the lamps shone golden against dusty green.

At one of the houses in the narrow square festivities were toward; carriages drew up before the entrance, from which a red carpet was laid down across the pavement; within sounded music.
"Does this kind of thing excite any ambition in you ?" Hilliard asked, coming to a pause a few yards away from the carriage which was discharging its occupants.
"Yes, I suppose it does.

At all events, it makes me feel discontented." "I have settled all that with myself.

I am content to look on as if it were a play.

Those people have an idea of life quite different from mine.