on turning the corner of the narrow lane, robin found himself in a spacious street, with an unbroken line of lofty houses on each side, and a steepled building at the upper end, whence the ringing of a bell announced the hour of nine. the light of the moon, and the lamps from the numerous shop-windows, discovered people promenading on the pavement, and amongst them robin had hoped to recognize his hitherto inscrutable relative. the result of his former inquiries made him unwilling to hazard another, in a scene of such publicity, and he determined to walk slowly and silently up the street, thrusting his face close to that of every elderly gentleman, in search of the major's lineaments. in his progress, robin encountered many gay and gallant figures. embroidered garments of showy colors, enormous periwigs, gold-laced hats, and silver-hilted swords glided past him and dazzled his optics. travelled youths, imitators of the european fine gentlemen of the period, trod jauntily along, half dancing to the fashionable tunes which they hummed, and making poor robin ashamed of his quiet and natural gait. at length, after many pauses to examine the gorgeous display of goods in the shop-windows, and after suffering some rebukes for the impertinence of his scrutiny into people's faces, the major's kinsman found himself near the steepled building, still unsuccessful in his search. as yet, however, he had seen only one side of the thronged street; so robin crossed, and continued the same sort of inquisition down the opposite pavement, with stronger hopes than the philosopher seeking an honest man, but with no better fortune. he had arrived about midway towards the lower end, from which his course began, when he overheard the approach of some one who struck down a cane on the flag-stones at every step, uttering at regular intervals, two sepulchral hems.