Oh, no. [James shakes his head, seeming adamant on the matter.] Don't use your room. You'll get paint all over the floor, and the help will lose their minds over it. Scrubbing stains out of antique rugs is no delight for them, I promise you that.
[He frowns for a moment, thinking. There's only the smallest moment of hesitation before he says:] Follow me. Again. [And he leads her up the stairs to the second floor again, to another long hallway. At the end, there's another room, and James opens the door.
It's empty... more or less. There's a armoire or two in the corner, covered up with a white sheet, and a lamp without a shade propped against the wall. But barring that, the room is empty, whatever personality it possessed years ago drained dry. It's a bit dusty, as if the men and women who cleaned paid little attention to this particular room -- either on direct orders, or simply because it was merely an empty storage area and did not require the attention.]
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[He frowns for a moment, thinking. There's only the smallest moment of hesitation before he says:] Follow me. Again. [And he leads her up the stairs to the second floor again, to another long hallway. At the end, there's another room, and James opens the door.
It's empty... more or less. There's a armoire or two in the corner, covered up with a white sheet, and a lamp without a shade propped against the wall. But barring that, the room is empty, whatever personality it possessed years ago drained dry. It's a bit dusty, as if the men and women who cleaned paid little attention to this particular room -- either on direct orders, or simply because it was merely an empty storage area and did not require the attention.]
Would this do?