"Do you? But fancy, what a dreadful thing life would be in that way. Perpetual rubbish and confusion. And pardon me—can you pardon me?—that is my idea of America."
"I do not think it is a just one," said Dolly, as Rupert now drew near again.
"Is there not perpetual building going on there, of this kind as well as of the more usual?"
"Perhaps. I was very young when I left home. But what then?"
"Nothing. I have a preference for order and quiet, and things in their places."
"At that rate, you know," said Dolly, "nothing would ever have been built anywhere. I grant you, the order and quiet are pleasant when your own house is all that you desire. But don't you want to see your neighbour's house come up?"
"No," said Lawrence, laughing. "I have a better prospect from my windows if he remains as he is."