Even the poorer people whom they passed in the street, were laughing or singing.
Tavernake stopped short.
"To-night," he declared, "is not the night for omnibuses.

We are going to have a taxicab.

I know that you are tired." "I should love it," she admitted.
They hailed one and drove off.

Beatrice leaned back among the cushions and closed her eyes, her ungloved hand rested almost caressingly upon his.

He leaned forward.