[…] he no sooner learnt that the British officer in command had sent in his pasteboard, than he instantly returned the visit […]

For this latter term, phonaesthesia is doubtless at work, since kring is also ‘the sound of a small bell’.

This building is one of the city's architectural standouts.

The doom of Fate was, Be thou a Dandy! Have thy eye-glasses, opera-glasses, thy Long-Acre cabs with white-breeched tiger, thy yawning impassivities, pococurantisms; fix thyself in Dandyhood, undeliverable; it is thy doom.