But if there should come a block! A perilous point was Piccadilly Circus.
Never, it seemed to him, had the streets of London roared with such a tumult of traffic.

Right! The Circus was passed; now Piccadilly with its blessed quietness.

What a speed they kept! Hyde Park Corner, Knightsbridge, and--what road was that?
Christopher's geography failed him; he pretended to no familiarity with the West End.

On swept his hansom in what he felt to be a most impudent pursuit; nay, for all he knew, it might subject him to the suspicion of the police.

The cabby need not follow so close; why, the horse's nose all but touched the brougham now and then.