For it was less a house than a hut--a hut hidden away out of sight and back behind Mr.Wet-eyes' hut.
Mr.Desires-awake's cottage was so mean and meagre that no one ever came to visit him unless it was his next-door neighbour.

They never left their cottages, those two poor men, unless it was to see one another; or, strange to tell, unless it was to go out at the city gate to see and to speak with their Prince.

And at such times their venturesomeness both astonished themselves and amused their Prince.

Sometimes he laughed to see them back at his door again; but more often he wept to see and hear them; all which made the guards of his pavilion to wonder who those two strange men might be.

And thus it was that if at any long interval of time any of the men of the city desired to see Mr.Desires-awake, he was sure to be found at the pavilion door of his Prince, or else in his neighbour's cottage, or else at home in his own.