fashionable world
system works respectfully
appointed distances
Adapted from the passage:
The place in Lincolnshire has shut its many eyes again, and the house in town is awake.
In Lincolnshire, the Dedlocks of the past doze in their picture-frames, and the low wind murmurs through the long drawing-room as if they were breathing pretty regularly.
In town, the Dedlocks of the present rattle in their fire-eyed carriages through the darkness of the night, and the Dedlock Mercuries, with ashes (or hair-powder) on their heads, symptomatic of their great humility, loll away the drowsy mornings in the little windows of the hall.
The fashionable world—tremendous orb, nearly five miles round — is in full swing, and the solar system works respectfully at its appointed distances.
As it appears on the book, Bleak House, by Charles Dickens.
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