Endymion by Benjamin Disraeli, Fiction, Classics 12+

📙 It was a rich, warm night, at the beginning of August, when a gentleman enveloped in a cloak, for he was in evening dress, emerged from a club-house at the top of St. James' Street, and descended that celebrated eminence. He had not proceeded more than half way down the street when, encountering a friend, he stopped with some abruptness. "I have been looking for you everywhere," he said. "'Tis as warm as noon. Let us cross the street and get into St. James' Place. That is always my idea of solitude."