‘I think I know how to manage it,’ I said. ‘If I succeed to your satisfaction, will you allow me to carry out the project?’
‘But what are we to do with the books, then? We shan’t have room for them.’
‘Couldn’t you let me have the next room beyond?’
‘You mean to turn me out, I suppose,’ said Clara.
‘Is there tapestry on your walls?’ I asked.
‘Not a thread—all wainscot—painted.’
‘Then your room would be the very thing.’
‘It is much larger than any of these,’ she said.
‘Then do let us have it for the library, Sir Giles,’ I entreated.
‘I will see what Lady Brotherton says,’ he replied, and left the room.