It was moonless, but the reflex from the many glowing windows lit the court brightly, and even the alleys--dimly.

Heaven was cloudless, and grand with the quiver of its living fires.

How soft are the nights of the Continent! How bland, balmy, safe! No sea-fog; no chilling damp: mistless as noon, and fresh as morning.
Having crossed court and garden, we reached the glass door of the first classe.

It stood open, like all other doors that night; we passed, and then I was ushered into a small cabinet, dividing the first classe from the grand salle.

This cabinet dazzled me, it was so full of light: it deafened me, it was clamorous with voices: it stifled me, it was so hot, choking, thronged.
"De l'ordre! Du silence!" cried M.Paul.