" 'Elizabeth is in the drawing room,'Mary tells him.'Mamma has been having another little chat.'
She skips off, jumping on the red tiles in the hall and avoiding the blue, leaving the front door open. At the other end of the hall, the door into the garden is open, and as he reaches to put his hat on the hatstand a breeze lifts the letters on the tray and the front door slams. He likes that, the way houses breathe, the way things move. The door on his left opens and Elizabeth looks around it.
Most women, these days can't peer around doors, can't slip into a room. His friend William claims that his sisters have to squash each other's crinolines to get through their bedroom doors this summer, that they've had to give up lying on sofas after lunch because their skirts would be half-way up the walls.
His mind produces an image, from the sofa's foot, of Will's younger sister Louisa in this position."
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