1/12 CHAPTER TWENTY. My master's rooms at Saint George's College were of the poorest and meanest description; in fact it would not be too much to describe them--the bedroom and study--as being like a pair of big cupboards under a great staircase. They looked out on nothing more picturesque than a blank wall. They were carpeted with nothing better than an old drugget; and as for paper, the place would have looked better simply whitewashed. They were suffocating in summer and draughty in winter, and at nights afforded rendezvous to a whole colony of rats. |