← The Vingtième was but a small whitewashed room, leading out into the street at one end and into a kitchen at the other. 🔊
← Berthe had appeared at the kitchen door, thinking the stranger wanted his bill. 🔊
← My eyes gazed ever away from it to the clock over the kitchen door. 🔊
← Only the sound of Berthe's brisk footstep from the kitchen enabled me, forced me, to drop it, and to utter: "What shall we have to eat, Soames?" 🔊