Wolf Solent - pg. 204

The whole house looked as though its owner had long since relinquished every kind of effort to get that personal happiness out of life which is the inheritance of the meanest. Its shabby desolation seemed to project, in opposition to every human instinct, a forlorn emptiness that was worse than squalor. Its effect upon Wolf's senses was  ghastly. No one could conceive a return to such a house as a return "home"! What it meant was simply that this wretched little priest had no home. The basic human necessity for some degree of cheerfulness in one's lair was outraged and violated.