She was going to say habitable, but ate another piece of toast instead.
'Yes, I expect I'll have the books here, anyhow,' said Lucy. 'There's a sitting-room upstairs with room in it.'
'Is there?' said Miss Entwhistle, suddenly very attentive.
'Lots of room. It's to be my sitting-room, and the books could go there. Except that—except that——'
'Except what?' asked Miss Entwhistle.
'I don't know. I don't much want to alter that room. It was Vera's.'
'I should alter it beyond recognition,' said Miss Entwhistle firmly.
Lucy was silent. She felt too flabby, after her three days with a temperature, to engage in discussion with anybody firm.
'That's to say,' said Miss Entwhistle, 'if you like having the room at all. I should have thought——'
'Oh yes, I like having the room,' said Lucy, flushing.