Below them, out there around the old Plaza, the city drummed through its work with a lazy, soothing rumble.

Nearer at hand, Chinatown sent up the vague murmur of the life of the Orient.

In the direction of the Mexican quarter, the bell of the cathedral knolled at intervals.

The sky was without a cloud and the afternoon was warm.
Condy was inarticulate with the joy of what he called their "discovery." He got up and sat down.

He went out into the other room and came back again.