A large window to the north had been put in, and the walls had been rudely plastered.

But all the blasts of heaven seemed still to blow through them, and through the chinks or under the eaves of the roof; while in the middle of the floor a pool of water, the remains of a recent heavy shower, testified to the ease with which the weather could enter if it chose.
'I say'-- said Fenwick, pointing to the water--'can you stand this kind of thing ?' Watson shivered.
'Not in this weather.

I'm off next week.

In the summer it's pleasant enough.

Well, it's deuced lucky I caught sight of you at that show yesterday! How are you?
I believe it's nearly two years since we met last.' 'I'm all right,' said Fenwick, accepting a shaky seat and a cigarette.
Watson lighted a fresh one for himself, and then with arms akimbo surveyed his visitor.
'I've seen you look better.