Young Dr Rider lived in the new quarter of Carlingford:had he aimed at a reputation in society, he could not possiblyhave done a more foolish thing; but such was not hisleading motive. The young man, being but young, aimedat a practice. He was not particular in the mean time asto the streets in which his patients dwelt. A new house,gazing with all its windows over a brick-field, was as interestingto the young surgeon as if it had been one of thoseexclusive houses in Grange Lane, where the aristocracy ofCarlingford lived retired within their garden walls. Hisown establishment, though sufficiently comfortable, was of akind utterly to shock the feelings of the refined community:a corner house, with a surgery round the corner, throwingthe gleam of its red lamp over all that chaotic district ofhalf-formed streets and full-developed brick-fields, with itsnight-bell promin