The building flung its broad shadow upon the tufted foliage of the shrubs beneath it, while the front windows sparkled in the sun.

They were viewed by the gazers with very different feelings.
Lovel, with the fond eagerness of that passion which derives its food and nourishment from trifles, as the chameleon is said to live on the air, or upon the invisible insects which it contains, endeavoured to conjecture which of the numerous windows belonged to the apartment now graced by Miss Wardour's presence.

The speculations of the Antiquary were of a more melancholy cast, and were partly indicated by the ejaculation of cito peritura! as he turned away from the prospect.
Lovel, roused from his reverie, looked at him as if to inquire the meaning of an exclamation so ominous.

The old man shook his head.

"Yes, my young friend," said he, "I doubt greatly--and it wrings my heart to say it--this ancient family is going fast to the ground!" "Indeed!" answered Lovel--"you surprise me greatly." "We harden ourselves in vain," continued the Antiquary, pursuing his own train of thought and feeling--"we harden ourselves in vain to treat with the indifference they deserve, the changes of this trumpery whirligig world.