There's a little beast of a bookkeeper down at the office who is forever talking of his 'nice flat in the Bronx.' It's a standing guy, you know.

So far as I can see, these are pretty snug quarters.

And attractively arranged, too.

Your taste, Caroline, I'm betting." Miss Warren, slightly mollified, bowed assent.
"I thought so," continued Malcolm.

"No one but you would have known exactly the right spot for everything.