CHAPTER 11On the other side of the wall Miss Remington lifted her head with a jerk.
“I’m sure it’s a blessing this room doesn’t face the same way as the drawing-room.”
The ladies were in their own sitting-room. It looked towards the road and had a view of wind-driven shrubs on this side and rising ground beyond. There was a good deal of furniture and a great many knick-knacks. Every inch of the wall space was taken up. A number of small tables cluttered the floor. The blue plush curtains were heavy. The Brussels carpet had worn remarkably well, its harsh blues and browns being practically intact.
Mrs. Brand said, “We don’t get the sun, or the view of the sea.”
Cassy tossed her head.
“You don’t care for too much sun, and I’m sure the sea makes quite enough noise on this side. So does H
