"The moving was over and done. Professor St. Peter was alone in the dismantled house where he had lived ever since his marriage where he had worked out his career andbrought up his two daughters. It was almost as ugly as it is possible for a house to be; square three stories in height
painted the colour of ashes the front porch just too narrow for comfort with a slanting floor and sagging steps. As he walked slowly about the empty echoing rooms on that bright September morning the Professor regarded thoughtfully the needless inconveniences he had put up with for so long; the stairs that were too steep the halls that were too cramped the awkward oak mantles with thick round posts crowned by bumptious wooden balls over green-tiled fire-places."