'Evenin', Miss Lady." "'Evenin', Mister Man." But Condy's visit, begun thus gayly, soon developed along much more serious lines.

After supper, while the light still lasted, Blix read stories to him while he smoked cigarettes in the bay window of the dining-room.

But as soon as the light began to go she put the book aside, and the two took their accustomed places in the window, and watched the evening burning itself out over the Golden Gate.
It was just warm enough to have one of the windows opened, and for a long time after the dusk they sat listening to the vague clamor of the city, lapsing by degrees, till it settled into a measured, soothing murmur, like the breathing of some vast monster asleep.

Condy's cigarette was a mere red point in the half-darkness.

The smoke drifted out of the open window in long, blue strata.