Turn out the gas before you go.

Good-night!" "Good-night, sir," he answered, and then I put on my hat and left the office.
I found when I stepped into the street that the character of the night had changed.

Thick clouds obscured the sky, and a few drops of rain were falling.

At first I felt inclined to take a cab, but on second thoughts I changed my mind, and putting up my umbrella strode along in the direction of St.Martin's church.
The theatres were over by this time, and the streets were beginning to grow empty.

I passed the Gaiety where a middle-aged gentleman, decidedly intoxicated, was engaged in a noisy altercation with a policeman, who was threatening to take him to Bow Street if he did not go quietly home, and at last approached the spot for which I was making.