It was Saturday night, and most of the people belonging to the place where we were going were drinking elsewhere. We found it quieter than I had previously seen it, though quite as miserable. The kilns were burning, and a stifling vapour set towards us with a pale-blue glare.

It was Saturday night, and the place was quiet. The kilns were burning, and a stifling vapour set towards us with a pale blue glare.
