"A family home," he ruminates as he marches along, "however small it is, makes a man like me look lonely. But it's well I never made that evolution of matrimony. I shouldn't have been fit for it. I am such a vagabond still, even at my present time of life, that I couldn't hold to the gallery a month together if it was a regular pursuit or if I didn't camp there, gipsy fashion. Come! I disgrace nobody and cumber nobody; that's something. I have not done that for many a long year!"

"A family home," he ruminates as he marches along, "makes a man like me look lonely. But it's well I never married. I shouldn't have been fit for it. I am such a vagabond still, even now, that I couldn't keep to the gallery a month together if I didn't camp there, gipsy fashion. Come! I disgrace nobody and encumber nobody; that's something!"
