The china was thick and chipped.
The walls were unfinished and draughty, the ceiling obviously leaked.
There had been some effort to keep the place livable, for the faded curtains were at least clean and the floor swept--but the blight of decay and poverty lay hopelessly upon it all.
And what was a young girl--a girl with level eyes and lifted chin--doing in this galley?
...

Undoubtedly the less he bothered himself about that question the better.

This young person was probably just as she wished to appear, careless and content.

And in any case it was none of his business.
The sensible thing for him to do was to pack his bag and turn his back--the absurd old man with the umbrella ...

pshaw! ...