"Decidedly this child can think," he reflected.

He shrugged his arm, on which Ellen's hand lay, a little closer to his side.
Just then they were passing the great factories--Lloyd's, and Briggs's, and Maguire's.

Many of the windows in Briggs's and Maguire's reflected light from the moon and the electric-lamps on the street.

Lloyd's was all dark except for one brilliant spark of light, which seemed to be threading the building like a will-o'-the-wisp.

"That is the night-watchman," said Robert.