the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
At that moment, a carriage pulled by 10, black as midnight, horses gallops around the corner. Alas, Steve could not pull his pants up to get his full moon out of the way!