The cabman put an end to the performance.

He was tranquil and unemotional, and he soothed them down and coaxed them into the cab.
The band in the room above resumed the dreamy waltz music of "Bid me Good-bye and go!" and they went.
Carew subsided into the corner, breathing hard and feeling his eye.
Charlie leant forward and peered out into the darkness.

They were nearly at the club before they spoke.

Then he said, "Well, I'm blessed! We made a nice mess of that, didn't we ?" "I'd like to have got one fair crack at some of 'em," said the Englishman, with heartfelt earnestness.

"Couldn't we go back now ?" "No what's the good?
We'd never get in.