The line of the high blank wall was relieved in colourless gloom against a sky of sheer night.

Opposite, the shapes of poverty-eaten houses and grimy workshops stood huddling in the obscurity.

From near at hand came shrill voices of children chasing each other about--children playing at midnight between slum and gaol! 'We're not likely to see much of each other after to-night,' said Sidney, stopping.
'The less the better, I should say, if this is how you're going to talk to me.' 'The less the better, perhaps--at all events for a time.

But there's one or two things on my mind, and I'll say them now.

I don't know whether you think anything about it, but you must have seen that things are getting worse and worse at home.