And such change and movement I consider eminently salutary both for mind and body.
I had specially contrived a little window immediately above the desk at which I stood, fixed to the wall.

The room looking on the "loggia," which was the scene of the little poem transcribed in the preceding chapter, was abundantly lighted, but I liked some extra light close to my desk.
In that room my Bice was born.

For it was subsequently to her birth that the destination of it was changed from a bedroom to a study.
Few men have passed years of more unchequered happiness than I did in that house.

And I was very fond of it.
But, as may be readily imagined, it became all the more odious and intolerable to me when the "angel in the house" had been taken from me..