He was a man of somewhat determined disposition, and he found himself vaguely irritated by the liberties which had been taken with his property.

He hammered gently upon the framework with his fist, and the windows opened readily inwards, pushing back the curtain with them.
He drew himself up on to the sill, and, squeezing himself through the opening, landed on his feet and looked around him, a little breathless.
He found himself in a simply furnished man's sitting-room.

An easel was standing close to the window.

There were reams of drawing paper and several unfinished sketches leaning against the wall.

There was a small oak table in the middle of the room; against the wall stood an exquisite chiffonier, on which were resting some cut-glass decanters and goblets.
There was a Turkey carpet upon the floor which matched the curtains, but to his surprise there was not a single chair of any sort to be seen.
The walls had been distempered and were hung with one or two engravings which, although he was no judge, he was quite sure were good.