The impulse which bade him stay with her was unaccountable but it conquered.
"If you do not object," he remarked with some stiffness, "I should like to sit here with you for a little time.

There is certainly a breeze." She made no comment but walked on.

He paid the man and followed her to the empty seat.

Opposite, some illuminated advertisements blazed their unsightly message across the murky sky.

Between the two curving rows of yellow lights the river flowed--black, turgid, hopeless.