The window itself had no curtains and was filled with plain glass, affording plenty of light.
"The other windows of the cottage are latticed," said Lambert, seeing his visitor's eyes wander in that direction.

"I had that glass put in when I came here a month ago.

No light can filter through lattices--in sufficient quantity that is--to see the true tones of the colors." "Oh, bother the window!" muttered Miss Greeby restlessly, for she had not yet gained command of her emotions.
Lambert laughed and looked at his picture with his head on one side, and a very handsome head it was, as Miss Greeby thought.

"It bothered me until I had it put right, I assure you.

But you don't seem pleased with my crib." "It's not good enough for you." "Since when have I been a sybarite, Clara ?" "I mean you ought to think of your position." "It's too unpleasant to think about," rejoined Lambert, throwing himself on the couch and producing his pipe.