CHAPTER II
THE WALSHINGHAMS
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The Cootes live in a little house in Bouverie Square with a tangle of Virginia creeper up the verandah.
Kipps had been troubled in his mind about knocking double or single—it is these things show what a man is made of—but happily there was a bell.
A queer little maid, with a big cap, admitted Kipps and took him through a bead curtain and a door into a little drawing-room, with a black and gold piano, a glazed bookcase, a Moorish cosy corner and a draped looking glass over-mantel bright with Regent Street ornaments and photographs of various intellectual lights. A number of cards of invitation to meetings and the match list of a Band of Hope cricket club were stuck into the looking glass frame with Coote's name as a Vice-President. There was a bust of Beethoven over the bookcase and the walls were thick with conscientiously executed but carelessly selected "views" in oil and water colours and gilt frames. At the end of the room facing the light was a portrait
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