No; that was the wrong house; the next door.

It went on a few paces, and stopped again.

Oliver looked up at the windows, with tears of happy expectation coursing down his face.
Alas! the white house was empty, and there was a bill in the window.
'To Let.' 'Knock at the next door,' cried Mr.Losberne, taking Oliver's arm in his.

'What has become of Mr.Brownlow, who used to live in the adjoining house, do you know ?' The servant did not know; but would go and inquire.

She presently returned, and said, that Mr.Brownlow had sold off his goods, and gone to the West Indies, six weeks before.