It's a frightfully dirty room but it's the best I have." "But I--I must get back." "You're in no hurry, I hope.

I've so much I would like to say to you." "What can you have?
We're such strangers," she protested.
"Just now we are perhaps, but every minute we talk together makes us less so.

Please enter." His voice was so entreating, his manner so deferential, she could not resist.

She ventured within a few steps and while he cleared a chair from its books and papers her eyes wandered round.

One end of the room was curtained off and the opening between the curtains revealed a bed.
The furniture was not what one would expect to find in a garret.