There was nothing very exciting in the view of the street presented to her, so she turned back to look once more at her room, and discovered that it really was as beautiful as it had seemed last night. The soft grey-green carpet was thick, comforting to the feet. The quilted bed-head and the heavy silk bedcovers were of restful sea-green, and the white curtains were hand-printed with a leaf design in green. The furniture was simple, in a beautiful wood which Alison did not recognise as sycamore. There was a small writing table with a little armchair before it; the bedside table held a delicate, enamelled clock, and a small bookshelf on the other side of the bed was filled with new books. Everything was there for her comfort, and her heart warmed to Peter for his generosity.She was ready to go down long before there were signs of other people stirring in the house. She wanted suddenly to go out in the London streets in the sunshine of an early spring morning; and putting on her coat, she slipped downstairs and out of the house.
