Black like the night itself, he seemed to have vanished.

However, the lights of Rome were increasing in number, and houses again appeared on either hand, at first at long intervals, and then in close succession.

They were suburban houses, and there were yet more fields of reeds, quickset hedges, olive-trees overtopping long walls, and big gateways with vase-surmounted pillars; but at last came the city with its rows of small grey houses, its petty shops and its dingy taverns, whence at times came shouts and rumours of battle.
Prada insisted on setting his companions down in the Via Giulia, at fifty paces from the palazzo.

"It doesn't inconvenience me at all," said he to Pierre.

"Besides, with the little time you have before you, it would never do for you to go on foot." The Via Giulia was already steeped in slumber, and wore a melancholy aspect of abandonment in the dreary light of the gas lamps standing on either hand.