Captain's had been, and the women who came to them were much more
beautiful, and their voices when they spoke were sweet and low.
Sometimes one of the women sang, and the men sat in silence while
the people in the street below stopped to listen, and would say,
"Why, that is So-and-So singing," and the Lion and the Unicorn
wondered how they could know who it was when they could not see
her.

The lodger's visitors came to see him at all hours. They
seemed to regard his rooms as a club, where they could always
come for a bite to eat or to write notes; and others treated it
like a lawyer's office and asked advice on all manner of strange
subjects. Sometimes the visitor wanted to know whether the
American thought she ought to take Lœ10 a week and go on tour, or
stay in town and try to live on Lœ8; or whether she should paint
landscapes that would not sell, or racehorses that would; or
whether Reggie really loved her and whether she really loved
Reggie; or whether the new part in the piece at the Court was
better than the old part at Terry's, and wasn't she getting too
old to play "ingenues" anyway.

The lodger seemed to be a general adviser, and smoked and
listened with grave consideration, and the Unicorn thought his
judgment was most sympathetic and sensible.

Of all the beautiful ladies who came to call on the lodger the
one the Unicorn liked the best was the one who wanted to know
whether she loved Reggie and whether Reggie loved her. She
discussed this so interestingly while she consumed tea and
thin slices of bread that the Unicorn almost lost his balance in