It wasn't a real house." "You are right," said Richard.

"To such as you, dear Meta, it was not a real house.

It was the House of Living Alone, and only to people who live alone was it real.

It is dark and deserted now, and levelled with the cold ground; it is as though it were a tent, being moved from its position to follow the fortunes of those dwellers alone who wander continually in silence up and down the world...." He looked at Sarah Brown.
"Talking of wandering," said Miss Ford.

"We are all going to America, Richard.