They chose the longer way, by the Embankment.
"This is the Cockney's antithesis to the moonlight and hills of you country folk," Nora observed, as she pointed to the yellow lights gashing across the black water.
Tallente drew a long breath of content.
"It's good to be here, anyway.

I am glad to be out of that house," he confessed.
"I'm afraid," she sighed, "that our dear host's party was a failure.
You and Miller were born in different camps of life.

It doesn't seem to me that anything will ever bring you together." "For this reason," Tallente explained eagerly.

"Miller's outlook is narrow and egotistical.

He may be a shrewd politician, but there isn't a grain of statesmanship in him.