convenience of some other considerable person.
That beneficiary, in the form of his American cousin, so rejoiced in
such an inference that, during the first few days, he hung about under
cover of night, and with mingled diffidence and pride, before the
inexpressive front. The pride was for all he was already aware of
within, while the diffidence was for the caretaker and her husband, a
mature and obese but irreproachably formal policeman--persons of high
respectability both, placed in charge by Mr. Pendrel's executors, to
whom he feared to show as frivolous in knocking yet again. Was he _not_
for that matter frivolous actually and sufficiently, he more than once
asked himself, carried off his intellectual feet to such a point by an
accident that would have had for most people a mere relation to their
income? He was conscious enough that what had thus caught him up to
flights of fancy was an object of a class more definable than almost any
other as of the reverse of extraordinary, a London house of the elder,
larger, finer type, of an age long anterior to the age of
jerry-building, but still after all a mere grey square section of a
street, passed and repassed by cabs and costermongers, called at by the
milkman, numbered by the vestryman, and marked by the solicitude of this
last functionary to the extent exactly of an unimpressive street-lamp
placed straight, or rather in fact placed considerably crooked, before
the door. The street-lamp was a disfavour to the dark backward into
which Ralph loved to look, and yet he was perhaps a little glad of its
presence on the two or three occasions just mentioned--occasions of his
patrolling the opposite side in covert contemplation. The dusky front at
these times showed its eyes--admirable many-paned windows, at once
markedly numerous and markedly interspaced--in a manner more responsive
to his own. He had moments of stopping when the coast was clear for a
longer stare and then of going on in pronounced detachment at the
approach of observation. There was still a want of ease in his ecstasy,
if it were not rather that the very essence of the ecstasy was a certain
depth of apprehension.
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