The Listener (1907) by Algernon Blackwood Copied from wikisource Sept. 4.—I have hunted all over London for rooms suited to my income—£120 a year—and have at last found them. Two rooms, without modern conveniences, it is true, and in an old, ramshackle building, but within a stone's throw of P— Place and in an eminently respectable street. The rent is only £ 25 a year. I had begun to despair when at last I found them by chance. They must have quarrelled—fifty years ago—and have been going apart ever since. "You've taken the wrong egg," I said. Poor, ill-dressed men are not acceptable "attendants".