The place was cheerless beyond description.  In a large grate the last embers of a fire were darkening; the air was chill, and, looking up to the ceiling, one saw floating scraps of mist which had somehow come in from the street.  The lower half of each window was guarded with lattice-work of thin wire; the windows themselves were grimy, and would have made it dusk within even on a clear day.  The whitewash of the ceiling was dark and much cracked.  Benches and desks covered half the floor.  There were black-boards and other mechanical appliances for teaching, and on the walls hung maps and diagrams.

‘The walls seem quite dry,’ observed Walter, ’which is a great point.’

They laid their palms against the plaster.  The old woman stood with one hand pressed against her bosom, the other behind her back; her head was bent; she seemed to pay no kind of attention to what was said.

‘There’s room here for some thousands of volumes,’ Egremont said, moving to one of the windows.  ’It will serve tolerably as a reading-room, too.  Nothing like as large as it ought to be, of course, but we must be content to feel our way to better things.’

Gilbert nodded.  In spite of his companion’s resolute cheerfulness, he felt a distressing dejection creep upon him as he stood in the cold, darkening room.  He could not feel the interest and hope which hitherto this project had inspired him with.  The figure of the old caretaker impressed him painfully.  For any movement she made she might have been asleep; the regular sound of her heavy breathing was quite audible, and vapour rose from her lips upon the air.

‘What do you think?’ Egremont asked, when Grail remained mute.

‘I should think it will do very well.  What is there upstairs?’

‘Two class-rooms.  We should use those for lectures.  Let us go up.’

The old woman walked before them to a door opposite that by which they had entered.  They found themselves in a small vestibule, out of which, on one hand, a door led into a cloak-room, while on the other ascended a flight of stone stairs.  There was nothing noticeable in the rooms above; the windows here were also very dirty, and mist floated below the ceilings.

The caretaker had remained below, contenting herself with indicating the way.

‘You seem disappointed,’ Walter said.  He himself had ceased to talk, he felt cold and uncomfortable.

‘No, no, indeed I’m not,’ Grail hastened to reply.  ’I think it is as good a place as you could have found.’

’We don’t see it under very inspiriting conditions.  Fire and light and comfortable furniture would make a wonderful difference, even on a day like this.’

Gilbert reproached himself for taking so coldly his friend’s generous zeal.

‘And books still more,’ he replied, ’The room below will be a grand sight with shelves all round the walls.’

’Well, I must make further inquiries, but I think the place will suit us.’