The place smelt very musty and uninhabited.
Burton delicately avoided the subject of its being still unlet.

The little chamber on the right of the hall was as dark as ever.

Burton felt his heart beat quickly as a little waft of familiar perfume swept out to him at the opening of the door.

Mr.Waddington struck a match and held it over his head.
"So this is the room," he remarked.

"Dashed if I've ever been in it! It wants cleaning out and fumigating badly.