As he waited he looked curiously round the hall, but said nothing.

As soon as invited he disappeared up the staircase, preceded by a chambermaid and candle, and followed by a lad with his trunk.

Not a soul had recognized him.
A quarter of an hour later, when the farmers and dairymen had driven off to their homesteads in the country, he came downstairs, took a biscuit and one glass of wine, and walked out into the town, where the radiance from the shop-windows had grown so in volume of late years as to flood with cheerfulness every standing cart, barrow, stall, and idler that occupied the wayside, whether shabby or genteel.

His chief interest at present seemed to lie in the names painted over the shop-fronts and on door-ways, as far as they were visible; these now differed to an ominous extent from what they had been one-and-twenty years before.
The traveller passed on till he came to the bookseller's, where he looked in through the glass door.

A fresh-faced young man was standing behind the counter, otherwise the shop was empty.