"We must have a taxi.
Can we get one easily ?" "Oh, I expect so," said Donovan.

"Settle up, Graham, will you?
while I shepherd them out and get a car.

Come on, and take care how you pass the Frenchman." In a few minutes Peter joined them on the steps outside.

The restaurant was in the corner of a square which contained a small public garden, and the three of them were waiting for him on the curb.

A taxi stood by them.
The broad streets ran away to left and right, gay with lights and passers-by, and the dark trees stood out against a starry sky.