There were three at the breakfast-table¿Mr. Newthorpe his daughter Annabel and their visitor (Annabel¿s Cousin) Miss Paula Tyrrell. It was a small low soberly-furnished room the walls covered with carelessly-hung etchings and water-colours and with photographs which were doubtless mementoes of travel; dwarf bookcases held overflowings from the library; volumes in disorder clearly more for use than ornament.