’Idon’tseethat，mydear。’
’IfeeltobetoooldtothinkthatIshalleverlikeanymorenewpeople。ThreeyearsagoIshouldhavebeenquitesurethatIshouldloveanewcousin。Itwouldhavebeenlikehavinganewdress。ButI’vecometothinkthatanolddressisthemostcomfortable，andanoldcousincertainlythebest。’
ThesquirehadtakenforthemagloomylodginginSackvilleStreet。
LodgingsinLondonarealwaysgloomy。Gloomycolourswearbetterthanbrightonesforcurtainsandcarpets，andthekeepersoflodgingsinLondonseemtothinkthatacertaindinginessofappearanceisrespectable。IneversawaLondonlodginginwhichanyattemptatcheerfulnesshadbeenmade，andIdonotthinkthatanysuchattempt，ifmade，wouldpay。Thelodging—seekerwouldbefrightenedanddismayed，andwouldunconsciouslybeledtofancythatsomethingwaswrong。Ideasofburglarsandimproperpersonswouldpresentthemselves。ThisissocertainlythecasethatIdoubtwhetheranywell—conditionedlodging—housematroncouldbeinducedtoshowroomsthatwereprettilydrapedorpleasantlycoloured。Thebigdrawing—roomandtwolargebedroomswhichthesquiretookwereallthatwasproper，andwereasbrown，andasgloomy，andasill—suitedforthecomfortsofordinarylifeasthoughtheyhadbeenpreparedfortwoprisoners。ButLilywasnotsoignorantastoexpectcheerfullodgingsinLondon，andwassatisfied。’Andwhatarewetodonow？’saidLily，assoonastheyfoundthemselvessettled。ItwasstillMarch，andwhatevermayhavebeenthenatureoftheweatheratAllington，itwasverycoldinLondon。TheyreachedSackvilleStreetaboutfiveintheevening，andanhourwastakenupinunpackingtheirtrunksandmakingthemselvesascomfortableastheircircumstancesallowed。’Andnowwhatarewetodonow？’saidLily。
’Itoldthemtohavedinnerforusathalf—pastsix。’