Bud moved tentatively at first, but Judge Fang gestured impatiently, so 
finally he went out the door and down the stairway and out onto the Bund, the 
street that ran along the waterfront of the Huang Pu River, and that was lined 
with big old European-style buildings. A pedestrian tunnel took him under the 
road to the actual waterfront, which was crowded with Chinese people strolling 
around, and legless wretches dragging themselves hither and thither. Some 
middle-aged Chinese people had set up a sound system playing
archaic music and were ballroom-dancing. The music and dance style would have 
been offensively quaint to Bud at any other point in his life, but now for some 
reason the sight of these somewhat fleshy, settled-looking people, twirling 
around gently in one another's arms, made him feel sad.