What inconceivable happiness it would be to escape from the age, and, while the waves of human folly were breaking against the foot of the tower, to sit up here, out of it all, and pore over antique tomes by the shaded light of the lamp." He smiled at the naivete of his daydream.
"I certainly do like your place," he said aloud, as if to sum up his reflections.
"Oh, you wouldn't if you had to live here," said the good wife.

"We have plenty of room, too much room, because there are a couple of bedchambers as big as this, besides plenty of closet space, but it's so inconvenient--and so cold! And no kitchen--" and she pointed to a landing where, blocking the stairway, the cook stove had had to be installed.

"And there are so many, many steps to go up when you come back from market.

I am getting old, and I have a twinge of the rheumatics whenever I think about making the climb." "You can't even drive a nail into this rock wall and have a peg to hang things on," said Carhaix.

"But I like this place.