Wasn't it just a storybook over which I had fallen adoze and adream? No; it was a big, ugly, antique, but convenient house, embodying a few features of a building still older, half-replaced and half-utilized, in which I had the fancy of our being almost as lost as a handful of passengers in a great drifting ship. For him there was nothing amusing in a girl's interest and regard. --How are you off, sir? --Right as the mail, Simon. This is not the time for retrospect.