I have come all this way and been abused and laughed at for nothing." Then his native determination began to assert itself.

Why should it be for nothing?
There was the house, and in it was Isobel, and oh! he wanted to see her.

He crossed to the square-garden side and walked down in the shadow of the trees which grew there.
Under one of these he took his stand, squeezing himself against the railings, and watched the glowing house that was opposite, from which came the sounds of music, of dancing feet, of laughter and the tinkling of glasses.

It had balconies, and on these appeared people dressed in all sorts of costumes.

Among them he tried to recognise Isobel, but could not.