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It is Mrs Higgins's at-ho-room, in a flat on Chelsea e on the river; and the ceiling is not so lofty as it would be in

an older house of the sa

access to a balcony with flowers in pots If you stand with your face

to the s, you have the fireplace on your left and the door in the

right-hand wall close to the corner nearest the s

Mrs Higgins was brought up on Morris and Burne Jones; and her room,

which is very unlike her son's room in Wimpole Street, is not crowded

with furniture and little tables and nicknacks In theottoman; and this, with the carpet, the Morris

wall-papers, and the Morris chintzcurtains and brocade covers

of the ottoman and its cushions, supply all the ornament, and are much

too handsoood oil-paintings froo (the Burne Jones, not the Whistler side of them) are on the

walls The only landscape is a Cecil Lawson on the scale of a Rubens

There is a portrait of Mrs Higgins as she hen she defied fashion

in her youth in one of the beautiful Rossettian costumes which, when

caricatured by people who did not understand, led to the absurdities of

popular estheticisonally opposite the door Mrs Higgins, now over sixty