″‘I don’t know that you aren’t. I connect you with a view — a certain type of view. Why shouldn’t you connect me with a room?’
She reflected a moment, and then said, laughing:
‘Do you know that you’re right? I do. I must be a poetess after all. When I think of you it’s always as in a room. How funny!’
To her surprise, he seemed annoyed.
‘A drawing-room, pray? With no view?’
‘Yes, with no view, I fancy. Why not?’
‘I’d rather,’ he said reproachfully, ‘that you connected me with the open air.‘”