But an aggregation of comfort is not distasteful like an aggregation of the reverse.

Nobody cares how many lords and ladies, and divines and lawyers, may have been crowded into these houses in the past--perhaps the more the merrier.

The glasses clink around the china punch-bowl, some one touches the virginals, there are peacocks' feathers on the chimney, and the tapers burn clear and pale in the red firelight.
That is not an ugly picture in itself, nor will it become ugly upon repetition.

All the better if the like were going on in every second room; the _land_ would only look the more inviting.

Times are changed.
In one house, perhaps, two-score families herd together; and, perhaps, not one of them is wholly out of the reach of want.