I said I was not a professional.

'Oh!' said Miss Hippy, pitiably baffled. 'Then, perhaps, you are not

a--a young lady. That is, of course, one can see you are that; but you

are--you are married, perhaps?'

'I am not married, madame,' I said. 'Have you any rooms to let?'

Miss Hippy rose, ponderingly. 'I might as well show you what we have,'

she said.

'I think,' I replied, 'that you might as well. Otherwise I will not

detain you any longer.' At which, curiously enough, all hesitation

vanished from Miss Hippy's manner, and she showed me all her rooms, and

expatiated upon all their advantages with a single eye to persuading me

to occupy one of them. So comprehensively voluble was she, indeed, and

so impenetrably did she fill up the door with her broad person when we

came down again, that I found no loophole of escape anywhere, and was

obliged to descend to equivocal measures. 'Have you any rooms, Miss

Hippy,' I inquired, 'on the ground floor?'

'That,' returned Miss Hippy, as if I had put her the only possible

question that she was not prepared for, 'I have not. A gentleman from

the West Indies'--Miss Hippy went on impressively--'hardly ever

without inflammatory rheumatism, which you will admit makes stairs an

impossibility for him, occupies my only ground-floor bedroom--just off

the dining-room!'

'That is unfortunate,' I said, 'since I think in this house I would

prefer a room on the ground-floor. But if I decide to take one of the

others I will let you know, Miss Hippy.'

Miss Hippy's countenance fell, changed, and again became expressive of

doubt--this time offensively.

'I've not asked for any references,' though, of course, it is my

custom----'

'You will receive references,' I interrupted, 'as soon as you require

them. Good afternoon!' We were standing in the hall, and Miss Hippy,

from force of circumstances, was obliged to unfasten the door; but I did

not hear from her, as I passed out into the street, any responsive 'Good

afternoon!'

My third experience was quite antipodal to Miss Hippy. Her parlour was

Japanesy, too, in places, but it was mostly chipped; and it had a great

many rather soiled fat cushions in it, quite a perceptible odour of beer

and tobacco, and a pair of gentleman's worked slippers under the sofa.

The atmosphere was relaxing after Miss Hippy, and suggested liberality

of all sorts; but the slippers, to say nothing of the odours, which

might have floated in from other regions, made it impossible. I waited

for the lady of the house a conscious hypocrite.

She came in at last voluminously, rather out of breath, but with great

warmth of manner. 'Do sit down!' she said.

'Now, it does seem strange! Only las' night, at the table, we were

sayin' how much we wanted one more lady boarder! You see, I've got four

young gentlemen in the City here, and of us ladies there's just four, so

we sometimes get up a little dance amongst ourselves in the evenin's.

It amuses the young people, and much better wear out carpets than pay

doctors' bills, say I. Now, I generally play, an' that leaves only

three ladies for the four gentlemen, you see! Now, isn't it a curious

coincidence,' she said, leaning forward with a broad and confident

smile, 'that you should have come in to-day, just after we were savin'

how nice it would be if there were enough to get up the Lancers!'

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