At his feet, very far below, lay St.James's Park, silent and black, a quiet pool of darkness in the midst of glitter and noise.

Durrance had a great desire to escape out of this room into its secrecy.

But that he could not do without remark.

Therefore he kept his back turned to his companion, and leaned his forehead against the window, and hoped his friend would continue to talk.

For he was face to face with one of the sacrifices which must not be mentioned, and which no sign must betray.
Feversham did continue, and if Durrance did not listen, on the other hand Captain Trench gave to him his closest attention.