Finally they came up to the avenue where the churches were situated--a broad, clean, well-paved street with magnificent elms and elegant houses on either side and the seven large, beautiful church-buildings with their spires pointing upward, almost all of them visible from where the two men stood.

They paused there a moment.

The contrast, the physical contrast was overwhelming to Philip, and to Mr.Winter, coming from the unusual sights of the lower town, it must have come with a new meaning.
A door in one of the houses near opened.

A group of people passed in.
The glimpse caught by the two men was a glimpse of bright, flower-decorated rooms, beautiful dresses, glittering jewels, and a table heaped with luxuries of food.

It was the Paradise of Society, the display of its ease, its soft enjoyment of pretty things, its careless indifference to humanity's pain in the lower town.