I don't know that I blame them; one should have proper compensation for admitting a world-stained lodger into such an Eden.
When I was searching for rooms a week ago, I chanced upon a pretty cottage where the woman had sometimes let apartments.

She showed me the premises and asked me if I would mind taking my meals in her own dining- room, where I could be served privately at certain hours: and, since she had but the one sitting-room, would I allow her to go on using it occasionally?
also, if I had no special preference, would I take the second-sized bedroom and leave her in possession of the largest one, which permitted her to have the baby's crib by her bedside?
She thought I should be quite as comfortable, and it was her opinion that in making arrangements with lodgers, it was a good plan not to "bryke up the 'ome any more than was necessary." "Bryke up the 'ome!" That is seemingly the malignant purpose with which I entered Barbury Green..