Fortune, under Elizabeth Ople’s guiding restraint, directed him to an epitome of the comforts.  The place he fell upon is only to be described in the tongue of auctioneers, and for the first week after taking it he modestly followed them by terming it bijou.  In time, when his own imagination, instigated by a state of something more than mere contentment, had been at work on it, he chose the happy phrase, ‘a gentlemanly residence.’  For it was, he declared, a small estate.  There was a lodge to it, resembling two sentry-boxes forced into union, where in one half an old couple sat bent, in the other half lay compressed; there was a backdrive to discoverable stables; there was a bit of grass that would have appeared a meadow if magnified; and there was a wall round the kitchen-garden and a strip of wood round the flower-garden.  The prying of the outside world was impossible.  Comfort, fortification; and gentlemanliness made the place, as the General said, an ideal English home.

The compass of the estate was half an acre, and perhaps a perch or two, just the size for the hugging love General Ople was happiest in giving.  He wisely decided to retain the old couple at the lodge, whose members were used to restriction, and also not to purchase a cow, that would have wanted pasture.  With the old man, while the old woman attended to the bell at the handsome front entrance with its gilt-spiked gates, he undertook to do the gardening; a business he delighted in, so long as he could perform it in a gentlemanly manner, that is to say, so long as he was not overlooked.  He was perfectly concealed from the road.  Only one house, and curiously indeed, only one window of the house, and further to show the protection extended to Douro Lodge, that window an attic, overlooked him.  And the house was empty.

The house (for who can hope, and who should desire a commodious house, with conservatories, aviaries, pond and boat-shed, and other joys of wealth, to remain unoccupied) was taken two seasons later by a lady, of whom Fame, rolling like a dust-cloud from the place she had left, reported that she was eccentric.  The word is uninstructive:  it does not frighten.  In a lady of a certain age, it is rather a characteristic of aristocracy in retirement.  And at least it implies wealth.

General Ople was very anxious to see her.  He had the sentiment of humble respectfulness toward aristocracy, and there was that in riches which aroused his admiration.  London, for instance, he was not afraid to say he thought the wonder of the world.  He remarked, in addition, that the sacking of London would suffice to make every common soldier of the foreign army of occupation an independent gentleman for the term of his natural days.  But this is a nightmare! said he, startling himself with an abhorrent dream of envy of those enriched invading officers:  for Booty is the one lovely thing which the military mind can contemplate in the abstract.  His habit was to go off in an explosion of heavy sighs when he had delivered himself so far, like a man at war with himself.