If you had gone all over the rest of the house--and it was a large one--you would have found nothing else remarkable, or which did not smack of Bloomsbury.

It was, indeed, nothing but a lodging-house, and the room we have described was the private apartment of its mistress.

She might consult her own private taste, she considered, in her own room, else the skull and the picture occasionally rather shocked "the daintier sense" of the new lodgers, to whom the landlady gave audience in this apartment.

She is as little like a lodging-house keeper, to look at, as can be imagined.

Her cheeks are firm and fresh-colored, her teeth white and shining, her eyes quite bright, and her hands plump.