Mavis, although she took a fancy to it at once, was sufficiently diplomatic to say:
"It might, perhaps, suit me."
Mrs. Farthing pointed out the beauty of the view, a recommendation to which Mavis subscribed.
The girl's acquiescence emboldened Mrs Farthing to say:
"Did you say that your mother would sometimes visit you?"
Mavis trembled with indignation.
"I did nothing of the kind, and you know it," she cried. "If you wish to know, I'm employed by Mr Devitt, and should probably have stayed here for years. If you can't see at a glance what I am, all I can say is that you've been used to a tenth-rate lot of lodgers."
Mrs. Farthing capitulated.
"Wouldn't you like to see the bedroom?"
"If you don't ask any more silly questions."