Louisa lead him through into a modest parlour, indicating to him to sit in one of the chairs. There was a mirror on the wall and she re-pinned her hair quickly before taking the seat across from him.
"Well, I can offer you a decent room - a bed, wardrobe, wash stand with mirror and a small desk, and two meals a day, although not lunch unless it's Sunday as I said in the advertisement. You'd get clean linens once a week and if you left the clothes you wanted washing I could see to those as well." She said.
"I don't rent to married couples. If you're courting you may bring your lady friend back to the parlour here but you are not to take any women upstairs. I don't rent those sorts of rooms, I hope you understand. And I have a curfew of eleven unless arrangements are made before hand. I lock the doors then." Louisa believed it was better to get to the matter in hand than be lax upon the rules. It saved any misunderstandings that might arise.
"Other than that, rent is negotiable. What line of work are you in Mr. Ferrars?"