Nancy proposed a return westwards; the clubs of Pall Mall and of St James's Street would make a display worth seeing, and they must not miss Piccadilly.
'A little later,' said their escort, with an air of liberality, 'we must think of some light refreshment.

We shall be passing a respectable restaurant, no doubt.' Twilight began to obscure the distance.

Here and there a house-front slowly marked itself with points of flame, shaping to wreath, festoon, or initials of Royalty.

Nancy looked eagerly about her, impatient for the dark, wishing the throng would sweep her away.

In Pall Mall, Barmby felt it incumbent upon him to name the several clubs, a task for which he was inadequately prepared.