Chapter 11
re seen any half so imposing.
“Yes; t opened to let in a little air and sunss so damp in apartments t are seldom ined; t.”
Sed to a yrian-dyed curtain, noing to it by teps, and looking t I caug to my novice-eyes appeared t it ty dra a boudoir, bote carpets, on e grapes and vine-leaves, beneatrast crimson couctomans; elpiece ed the general blending of snow and fire.
“In , no canvas coverings: except t ted daily.”
“er’s visits ed; and as I observed t it put to find everyto le of arrangement on it best to keep the rooms in readiness.”
“Is Mr. Rocer an exacting, fastidious sort of man?”
“Not particularly so; but leman’s tastes and s, and s to y to them.”
“Do you like him? Is he generally liked?”
“Oed all to ters time out of mind.”
“ell, but, leaving of tion, do you like him? Is he liked for himself?”
“I o do ot and liberal landlord by enants: but them.”
“But ies? , in s, is er?”
“Oer is unimpeacravelled a great deal, and seen a great deal of t I never ion h him.”
“In w way is he peculiar?”
“I don’t kno is not easy to describe—notriking, but you feel it be al, tand —at least, I don’t: but it is of no consequence, er.”
t I got from Mrs. Fairfax of o ion of sketcer, or observing and describing salient points, eitly belonged to t did not draor—notly my e notion of ity.
to s of tairs and doairs, admiring as I ; for all orey rooms, teresting from tiquity. ture once a