Clean, carpeted; no glitter, nothing very pretty--not even the clocks--but with sofas and chairs suited to lollers such as one of us, and altogether what I mean whenever I say that an 'apartment' on the Continent is twenty times more really 'comfortable' than any of your small houses in England.

Robert has a room to himself too.

It's perfect.

I hop about from one side to the other, like a bird in a new cage.

The feathers are draggled and rough, though.