text:  He used to sit at the window of his drawing-room and look towards London fancying to himself the bustle and stir that were going on the crowding in Fleet Street the crush at the Bank; and occasionally imagination conjured up to him the image of an active citizen bustling down towards the Exchange radiant with success and filled with activity and hope; and he could scarcely recognise his own identity with that joyous citizen the William Wilkins of that happier time