The table was covered with papers and books.
"You've got a sitting-room too, I suppose ?" I said, after taking the room in.
He laughed.
"I find this quite as good a room to sit in as to lie in," said he, "for the matter of that.

But I have got the use of another room belonging to a fellow-lodger.

He's a literary man, and writes for the papers; but in his spare moments he coaches me in Latin and Greek, in consideration of which I give him half my room to sleep in." "Whatever's he to do now when I'm here ?" I asked.
"Oh, he's going to have a shake-down in his own room.

You'll like him, Fred; he's a very good-natured, clever man." "How old ?" I asked.
"About fifty, I should think.

And I fancy he's seen a good deal of trouble in his time, though I don't like to ask him." "I say, Jack," I began in an embarrassed manner, "ever since that time--" "Shut up, now," said Jack, briskly.