There were more chairs in the furnished apartments of Dull Street with three legs than there were with four, and there was scarcely horsehair enough in the twenty-four sofas of its twenty-four parlours to suffice for an equal quantity of bolsters.
In short, Dull Street was the shabbiest genteel street in the metropolis, and nothing could make it otherwise.
A well-built, tastefully-furnished house in the middle of it would have been as incongruous as a new patch in an old garment, and no one dreamt of disturbing the traditional aspect of the place by any attempt to repair or beautify it.
Indeed, the people who lived in Dull Street were as much a part of its dulness as the houses they inhabited.

They were for the most part retired tradesmen, or decayed milliners, or broken-down Government clerks, most of whom tried to eke out their little pensions by letting part of their lodgings to others as decayed and broken-down as themselves.
These interesting colonists, whose one bond of sympathy was a mutual seediness, amused themselves, for the most part, by doing nothing all day long, except perhaps staring out of the window, in the remote hope of catching sight of a distant cab passing the street corner, or watching to see how much milk their opposite neighbour took in, or reading the news of the week before last in a borrowed newspaper, or talking scandal of one neighbour to another.
"Jemima, my dear," said a middle-aged lady, who, with her son and daughter, was the proud occupant of Number 4, Dull Street--"Jemima, my dear, I see to-day the bill is hout of the winder of number six." "Never!" replied Jemima, a sharp-looking young woman of twenty, who had once in her life spent a month at a ladies' boarding-school, and was therefore decidedly genteel.

"I wonder who's coming." "A party of three, so I hear from Miss Moulden's maid, which is niece to Mrs Grimley: a widow,"-- here the speaker snuffled slightly--"and two childer--like me." "Go on!" said Jemima.

"Any more about them, ma ?" "Well, my dear, I do hear as they 'ave come down a bit." "Oh, ah! lag!" put in the speaker's son, a lawyer's clerk in the receipt of two pounds a week, to whom this intelligence appeared particularly amusing; "we know all about that--never heard that sort of tale before, have we, ma?
Oh no!" and the speaker emphasised the question by giving his widowed mother a smart dig in the ribs.
"For shame, Sam! don't be vulgar!" cried the worthy lady; "how many times have I told you ?" "All right, ma," replied the legal young gentleman; "but it is rather a wonner, you know.

What were they before they came down ?" "Gentlefolk, so I'm told," replied the lady, drawing herself up at the very mention of the name; "and I hintend, and I 'ope my children will do the same, to treat them as fellow-creatures with hevery consideration." "And how old is the babies, ma ?" inquired Miss Jemima, whose gentility sometimes had the advantage of her grammar.
"The babies!" said the mother; "why, they're young gentlemen, both of 'em--old enough to be your sweethearts!" Sam laughed profusely.
"Then what did you say they was babies for ?" demanded Jemima, pettishly.
"I never!" "You did, ma, I heard you! Didn't she, Sam ?" "So you did, ma.