A half-extinguished cigarette vegetates in his mouth.
He comes with me, and I take his silence in tow as far as the avenue of plane trees.

There are several figures outspaced in its level peace.
Some young girls attract my attention; they appear against the dullness of house-fronts and against shop fronts in mourning.

Some of the charming ones are accompanied by their mothers, who look like caricatures of them.
Tudor has left me without my noticing it.
Already, and slowly everywhere, the taverns begin to shine and cry out.
In the grayness of twilight one discerns a dark and mighty crowd, gliding therein.

In them gathers a sort of darkling storm, and flashes emerge from them.
* * * * * * And lo! Now the night approaches to soften the stony streets.
Along the riverside, to which I have gone down alone, listless idylls dimly appear,--shapes sketched in crayon, which seek and join each other.

There are couples that appear and vanish, strictly avoiding the little light that is left.