When the son appeared from below with a small kerosene hand-lamp, it appeared that the flat was unfurnished, but there was no stopping him till he had shown it in all its impossibility.
When they got safely away from it and into the street March said: "Well, have you had enough for to-night, Isabel?
Shall we go to the theatre now ?" "Not on any account.

I want to see the whole list of flats that Mr.
Fulkerson thought would be the very thing for us." She laughed, but with a certain bitterness.
"You'll be calling him my Mr.Fulkerson next, Isabel." "Oh no!" The fourth address was a furnished flat without a kitchen, in a house with a general restaurant.

The fifth was a furnished house.

At the sixth a pathetic widow and her pretty daughter wanted to take a family to board, and would give them a private table at a rate which the Marches would have thought low in Boston.
Mrs.March came away tingling with compassion for their evident anxiety, and this pity naturally soured into a sense of injury.

"Well, I must say I have completely lost confidence in Mr.Fulkerson's judgment.