Cyril--he's the second brother; must be thirty-four or five now--lives on the top floor in a rugless, curtainless, music-mad existence--just a plain crank.

Below him comes William.

William collects things--everything from tenpenny nails to teapots, I should say, and they're all there in his rooms.

Farther down somewhere comes Bertram.
He's _the_ Bertram Henshaw, you understand; the artist." "Not the 'Face-of-a-Girl' Henshaw ?" "The same; only of course four years ago he wasn't quite so well known as he is now.

Well, to resume and go on.