Jacob's RoomVirginia WoolfChapter 14'He left everything just as it was,' Bonamy marvelled.

« Jacob's Room Virginia Woolf Chapter 14 'He left everything just as it was,' Bonamy marvelled. 'Nothing arranged.

All his letters strewn about for anyone to read.

What he expect? Did he think he would come back?' he mused, standing in the middle of Jacob's room. The eighteenth century has its distinction.

These houses were built, say, a hundred and fifty years ago.

The rooms are shapely, the ceilings high; over the doorways a rose or a ram's skull is carved in the wood.

Even the panels, painted in raspberry-coloured paint, have their distinction. Bonamy took up a bill for a hunting-crop. 'That seems to be paid,' he said. There were Sandra's letters. Mrs Durrant was taking a party to Greenwich. Lady Rocksbier hoped for the pleasure.... Listless is the air in an empty room, just swelling the curtain; the flowers in the jar shift.

One fibre in the wicker armchair creaks, though no one sits there. Bonamy crossed to the window.

Pickford's van swung down the street.

The omnibuses were locked together at Mudie's corner.

Engines throbbed, and carters, jamming the brakes down, pulled their horses sharp up.

A harsh and unhappy voice cried something unintelligible.

And then suddenly all the leaves seemed to raise themselves. 'Jacob! Jacob!' cried Bonamy, standing by window. The leaves sank down again. 'Such confusion everywhere!' exclaimed Betty Flanders, bursting open the bedroom door.

Bonamy turned away from the window. 'What am I to do with these, Mr Bonamy?' She held out a pair of Jacob's old shoes. THE END. »