All this blazed up and showed faces far back, round, pale, smooth, bearded, some with billycock hats on; all intent; showed too St.Paul's floating on the uneven white mist, and two or three narrow, paper-white, extinguisher-shaped spires.
The flames were struggling through the wood and roaring up when, goodness knows where from, pails flung water in beautiful hollow shapes, as of polished tortoiseshell; flung again and again; until the hiss was like a swarm of bees; and all the faces went out.
"Oh Jacob," said the girl, as they pounded up the hill in the dark, "I'm so frightfully unhappy!" Shouts of laughter came from the others--high, low; some before, others after.
The hotel dining-room was brightly lit.

A stag's head in plaster was at one end of the table; at the other some Roman bust blackened and reddened to represent Guy Fawkes, whose night it was.

The diners were linked together by lengths of paper roses, so that when it came to singing "Auld Lang Syne" with their hands crossed a pink and yellow line rose and fell the entire length of the table.

There was an enormous tapping of green wine-glasses.

A young man stood up, and Florinda, taking one of the purplish globes that lay on the table, flung it straight at his head.