CHAPTER LXX.
THE REPRESENTATIVE OF THE PEOPLE.
In a few moments they were sauntering along the street.

It was full and murmurous.

The lights were bright in the shop windows, and the scuffling of footsteps, more audible than during the day, when it is drowned by the roar of carriage-wheels upon the pavement, had a friendly, social sound.
"Broadway is never so pleasant as in the early evening," said Mr.Bennet; "for then the rush of the day is over, and people move with a leisurely air, as if they were enjoying themselves.

What is that ?" They were going down the street, and saw lights, and heard music and a crowd approaching.

They came nearer; and Mr.Bennet and his wife turned aside, and stood upon the steps of a dwelling-house.