A tomb-colonist is speaking to a lady clad in sumptuous Nanking silks about his pet rat. Two zailors are arguing about a debt measured in pennies. A well dressed banker is meeting another well dressed banker on a misty bridge. A gaggle of academics are discussing the laxity of students. The place entirely fails to hum with little secrets. You come away wondering what has happened to the Neath. Has everyone become honest while you weren't looking?