He had unkind sentiments towards his native country, and asked himself how he was going to live in England henceforth.
His room in Great Russell Street seemed to have suffered neglect during his absence; his return was unexpected; everything seemed unhomely and unwelcoming.

The great front of the British Museum frowned, as if to express disapproval of such aimless running hither and thither in one who should be spending his days soberly and strenuously: even the pigeons walked or flew with balance of purpose, with English respectability.

It seemed to have rained all day; the evening sky was heavy and featureless.
The landlady presented herself.

She was grieved exceedingly that she had not known of Mr.Egremont's coming, but everything should be made comfortable in less than no time.

He would have a fire?
To be sure; it was a little chilly, though really 'summer has come upon us all at a jump, whilst you've been away, sir.' 'I got your telegram, sir, that I wasn't to send any letters on.
Gentlemen have called and I--' 'Indeed?
Who has called ?' 'Why, sir, on the day after you went--I dare say it was nine o'clock in the evening, or a little later--someone came, wishing very much to see you.