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My
chambers
are
on
the
second
floor
,
and
are
backed
by
an
anxiously
polite
street
between
which
and
mine
are
little
yards
called
,
I
think
,
gardens
.
They
are
so
small
that
if
you
have
the
tree
your
neighbour
has
the
shade
from
it
.
I
was
looking
out
at
my
back
window
on
the
day
we
have
come
to
when
whom
did
I
see
but
the
whilom
nursery
governess
sitting
on
a
chair
in
one
of
these
gardens
.
I
put
up
my
eye-glass
to
make
sure
,
and
undoubtedly
it
was
she
.
But
she
sat
there
doing
nothing
,
which
was
by
no
means
my
conception
of
the
jade
,
so
I
brought
a
fieldglass
to
bear
and
discovered
that
the
object
was
merely
a
lady
's
jacket
.
It
hung
on
the
back
of
a
kitchen
chair
,
seemed
to
be
a
furry
thing
,
and
,
I
must
suppose
,
was
suspended
there
for
an
airing
.
I
was
chagrined
,
and
then
I
insisted
stoutly
with
myself
that
,
as
it
was
not
Mary
,
it
must
be
Mary
's
jacket
.
I
had
never
seen
her
wear
such
a
jacket
,
mind
you
,
yet
I
was
confident
,
I
ca
n't
tell
why
.
Do
clothes
absorb
a
little
of
the
character
of
their
wearer
,
so
that
I
recognised
this
jacket
by
a
certain
coquetry
?
If
she
has
a
way
with
her
skirts
that
always
advertises
me
of
her
presence
,
quite
possibly
she
is
as
cunning
with
jackets
.
Or
perhaps
she
is
her
own
seamstress
,
and
puts
in
little
tucks
of
herself
.
Figure
it
what
you
please
;
but
I
beg
to
inform
you
that
I
put
on
my
hat
and
five
minutes
afterward
saw
Mary
and
her
husband
emerge
from
the
house
to
which
I
had
calculated
that
garden
belonged
.
Now
am
I
clever
,
or
am
I
not
?
When
they
had
left
the
street
I
examined
the
house
leisurely
,
and
a
droll
house
it
is
.
Seen
from
the
front
it
appears
to
consist
of
a
door
and
a
window
,
though
above
them
the
trained
eye
may
detect
another
window
,
the
air-hole
of
some
apartment
which
it
would
be
just
like
Mary
's
grandiloquence
to
call
her
bedroom
.
The
houses
on
each
side
of
this
bandbox
are
tall
,
and
I
discovered
later
that
it
had
once
been
an
open
passage
to
the
back
gardens
.
The
story
and
a
half
of
which
it
consists
had
been
knocked
up
cheaply
,
by
carpenters
I
should
say
rather
than
masons
,
and
the
general
effect
is
of
a
brightly
coloured
van
that
has
stuck
for
ever
on
its
way
through
the
passage
.
The
low
houses
of
London
look
so
much
more
homely
than
the
tall
ones
that
I
never
pass
them
without
dropping
a
blessing
on
their
builders
,
but
this
house
was
ridiculous
;
indeed
it
did
not
call
itself
a
house
,
for
over
the
door
was
a
board
with
the
inscription
"
This
space
to
be
sold
,
"
and
I
remembered
,
as
I
rang
the
bell
,
that
this
notice
had
been
up
for
years
.
On
avowing
that
I
wanted
a
space
,
I
was
admitted
by
an
elderly
,
somewhat
dejected
looking
female
,
whose
fine
figure
was
not
on
scale
with
her
surroundings
.
Perhaps
my
face
said
so
,
for
her
first
remark
was
explanatory
.
"
They
get
me
cheap
,
"
she
said
,
"
because
I
drink
.
"
I
bowed
,
and
we
passed
on
to
the
drawing-room
.
I
forget
whether
I
have
described
Mary
's
personal
appearance
,
but
if
so
you
have
a
picture
of
that
sunny
drawing-room
.
My
first
reflection
was
,
How
can
she
have
found
the
money
to
pay
for
it
all
!
which
is
always
your
first
reflection
when
you
see
Mary
herself
a-tripping
down
the
street
.
I
have
no
space
(
in
that
little
room
)
to
catalogue
all
the
whim-whams
with
which
she
had
made
it
beautiful
,
from
the
hand-sewn
bell-rope
which
pulled
no
bell
to
the
hand-painted
cigar-box
that
contained
no
cigars
.
The
floor
was
of
a
delicious
green
with
exquisite
oriental
rugs
;
green
and
white
,
I
think
,
was
the
lady
's
scheme
of
colour
,
something
cool
,
you
observe
,
to
keep
the
sun
under
.
The
window-curtains
were
of
some
rare
material
and
the
colour
of
the
purple
clematis
;
they
swept
the
floor
grandly
and
suggested
a
picture
of
Mary
receiving
visitors
.
The
piano
we
may
ignore
,
for
I
knew
it
to
be
hired
,
but
there
were
many
dainty
pieces
,
mostly
in
green
wood
,
a
sofa
,
a
corner
cupboard
,
and
a
most
captivating
desk
,
which
was
so
like
its
owner
that
it
could
have
sat
down
at
her
and
dashed
off
a
note
.
The
writing
paper
on
this
desk
had
the
word
Mary
printed
on
it
,
implying
that
if
there
were
other
Marys
they
did
n't
count
.
There
were
many
oil-paintings
on
the
walls
,
mostly
without
frames
,
and
I
must
mention
the
chandelier
,
which
was
obviously
of
fabulous
worth
,
for
she
had
encased
it
in
a
holland
bag
.
"
I
perceive
,
ma'am
,
"
said
I
to
the
stout
maid
,
"
that
your
master
is
in
affluent
circumstances
.
"
