He looked gloomily, almost sadly into my face, glowing, as it must have been, with generous emotions, marvelling doubtlessly at my credulity.
Mr.Moncton up to this period had resided in the house which contained his office; the basement having been appropriated entirely for that purpose, while the family occupied the floors above.

My uncle seldom received visitors, excepting at those times when Theophilus returned from college.

To these parties, I as a matter of course had never been admitted.

My uncle's evenings were spent abroad, but I was unacquainted with his habits, and totally ignorant of his haunts.
Judge then, of my surprise and satisfaction when informed by Mr.
Moncton, that he had purchased a handsome house in Grosvenor Street, and that we were to remove thither.

The office was still to be retained in Hatton Garden, but my hours of attendance were not to commence before ten in the morning; and were to terminate at four in the afternoon.
I had lived the larger portion of my life in great, smoky London, and had never visited the west end of the town.