He paid and went out.
Night had fallen.

Under the light of the electric lamp posts street cars and automobiles were passing toward the interior of the city.
Following the arcades of the old edifices near the harbor, groups of workers from the maritime establishments were filing by.

Barcelona, dazzling with splendor, was attracting the crowds.

The inner harbor, black and solitary, was filled with weak little lights twinkling from the heights of the masts.
Ferragut stood undecided whether to go home to eat, or to a restaurant in the Rambla.

Then he suspected that some of the fugitives from that dirty cafe were near, intending to follow him.