"By the way, Mrs Firmin is threatening to turn me out of house and home.

A married daughter is coming to live with her, and she wants my rooms." "When does she come--the married daughter ?" "Oh, not till the early spring! There's no immediate despair," said Finlay, "but it is dislocating.

My books and I had just succeeded in making room for one another." "But you will have to move, in any case, in the early spring." "I suppose I will.

I had--I might have remembered that." "Have you found a house yet ?" Advena asked him.
"No." "Have you been looking ?" It was a gentle, sensible reminder.
"I'm afraid I haven't." He moved in his chair as if in physical discomfort.

"Do you think I ought--so soon?
There are always plenty of--houses, aren't there ?" "Not plenty of desirable ones.