Room With a View

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Miss Bartlett was startled. Generally at a pension people looked them over for a day or two before speaking, and often did not find out that they would 'do' till they had gone. She knew that the intruder was ill-bred, even before she glanced at him. He was an old man, of heavy build, with a fair, shaven face and large eyes. There was something childish in those eyes, though it was not the childishness of senility. What exactly it was Miss Bartlett did not stop to con sider, for her glance passed on to his clothes. These did not attract her. He was probably try ing to become acquainted with them before they got into the swim. So she assumed a dazed ex pression when he spoke to her, and then said A View? Oh, a view! How delightful a view is I.