A dog started yapping. There was no other sound. Just as he was about to press the bell again, it was opened by an old woman. It was impossible to tell just how old. Her silvered hair was tied up in a bun. She was leaning on a walking stick, which explained the delay. A small ankle-biter rushed out of the house and leapt up against him, glad to have found a new friend.
“Yes?” Her voice was very upper class – “gentry”, he would have called it back home.
“I’m looking for a room. The notice in the window... “
“Oh, yes! Do come in.” She seemed absurdly pleased to see him. Couldn’t she get anyone else? And she just invited people into her house, without checking them out!
They stood awkwardly for a moment or two in the hall, and then she said “You’d better come and see it.”