“The Signora had no business to do it,” said Miss Bartlett, “no business atall. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of whichhere are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh,Lucy!”
“And a Cockney, besides!” said Lucy, who had been further saddened by theSignora’s unexpected accent. “It might be London.” She looked at the two rowsof English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles ofwater and red bottles of wine that ran between the English people; at theportraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind theEnglish people, heavily framed; at the notice of the English church (Rev.Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.), that was the only other de