Madonna Litta

Madonna Litta
madonna with the yarnwinder painting
Mother and Child
My Sweet Rose painting
　Wandering disconsolately along the Cromwell Road hefinally settled upon a small restaurant which served Indian curries. It seemed to him thatthough he was not quite as hungry as he ought to be, he had better kept his spirits up byhaving a meal, and after that he must find a hotel and – butno, there was no need to do that. He had a hotel! Of course. He was staying at Bertram's; and had reserved his room for four days. What a piece of luck! What asplendid piece of luck! So his room was there, waiting for him. He had only to ask for hiskey at the desk and – here another reminiscence assailed him.Something heavy in his pocket?
oil painting
　　He dipped his hand in and brought out one of thoselarge and solid keys with which hotels try and discourage their vaguer guests from takingthem away in their pockets. It had not prevented the Canon from doing so!
　　"No. 19," said theCanon, in happy recognition. "That'sright. It's very fortunate that I haven't got to go and find a room in a hotel. They say they're very crowded just now. Yes, Edmunds was saying so at the Athenaeum thisevening. He had a terrible job finding a room."
　　Somewhat pleased with himself and the care he hadtaken over his travelling arrangements by booking a hotel beforehand, the Canon abandonedhis curry, remembered to pay for it, and strode out once more into the Cromwell Road.