"And may I do what I like in it ?" Buntingford's mouth twisted a little.
"Naturally! The house is at your disposal.

Turn anything out you like--and bring anything else in.

There is some nice old stuff about, if you look for it.

If you send for the odd man he'll move anything.
Well, I'd better show you what I arranged.

But you can have any other room you prefer." He led the way to the first floor, and opened a door in a corner of the pillared gallery.
"Oh, jolly!" cried Helena.
For they entered a lofty room, with white Georgian panelling, a few pretty old cabinets and chairs, a chintz-covered sofa, a stand of stuffed humming-birds, a picture or two, a blue Persian carpet, and a large book-case full of books.
"My books!" cried Helena in amazement.