I think we can just about squeeze in, if you don't mind sitting close." Pearson's room was on the third flight, at the front of the house.
Through the window one saw the upper half of the buildings opposite, and above them a stretch of sky.

The bed was a small brass and iron affair, but the rest of the furniture was of good quality, the chairs were easy and comfortable, and the walls were thickly hung with photographs, framed drawings, and prints.
"I put those up to cover the wall paper," explained the host.

"I don't offer them as an art collection, but as a screen.

Sit down.

Put your coat on the bed.