The lad out of sight, we instantly resumed our purpose, and trying to shut our eyes and ears to the cruelty, and ribaldry, and uproar through which we had still to pass, we counted our turnings with a desperate exactness, intent only on one thing--to reach Louis de Pavannes, to reach the house opposite to the Head of Erasmus, as quickly as we could.

We presently entered a long, narrow street.
At the end of it the river was visible gleaming and sparkling in the sunlight.

The street was quiet; quiet and empty.

There was no living soul to be seen from end to end of it, only a prowling dog.

The noise of the tumult raging in other parts was softened here by distance and the intervening houses.