"Often, when I have felt a weariness or distaste at home, have I
rushed out into her crowded Strand, and fed my humour till tears have
wetted my cheek for unutterable sympathies with the multitudinous
moving picture; * * nursed amid her noise, her crowds, her beloved
smoke, what have I been doing all my life, if I have not lent out my
heart with usury to such scenes!"