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But the girl did not reply . She only climbed heavily up the dark stairs . Clare Trojan was having her breakfast in her own room . It was ten o'clock , and a glorious September morning , and the sparrows were twittering on the terrace outside as though they considered it highly improper for any one to have breakfast between four walls when Nature had provided such a splendid feast on the lawn . Clare was reading a violent article in the _ National Review _ concerning the inadequacy of our present solution of the housing problem ; but it did not interest her . If the world had only been one large Trojan family there would have been no problem . The trouble was that there were Greeks .