Dressing in the early hour, Nests saw him from her window on the parade, and soon joined him, to hear him at his bitterest, in the flush of the brine.
'These lengths of blank-faced terraces fronting sea!' were the satirist's present black beast.

'So these moneyed English shoulder to the front place; and that is the appearance they offer to their commercial God!' He gazed along the miles of 'English countenance,' drearily laughing.

Changeful ocean seemed to laugh at the spectacle.
Some Orphic joke inspired his exclamation: 'Capital!' 'Come where the shops are,' said Nesta.
'And how many thousand parsons have you here ?' 'Ten, I think,' she answered in his vein, and warmed him; leading him contemplatively to scrutinize her admirers: the Rev.Septimus; Mr.
Sowerby.
'News of our friend of the whimpering flute ?' 'Here?
no.

I have to understand you!' Colney cast a weariful look backward on the 'regiments of Anglo-Chinese' represented to him by the moneyed terraces, and said: 'The face of a stopped watch!--the only meaning it has is past date.' He had no liking for Dudley Sowerby.

But it might have been an allusion to the general view of the houses.