Lyall has one of the medium-sized rooms to himself, at the entrance to the male servants' wing. His room is not very personalized, with only one small painting (of a meadow landscape with sheep) and one etching of his parents. His bed is probably the most colorful thing in the room, piled with quilts and pillows, gifts from home. The curtains are thick, heavy, and usually closed.
Most of what's in there is notebooks, with records of his previous days and observations and lessons he's learned from them, that fill up a small bookshelf. There are occasional theories he's picked up from his current employers that he found interesting, and occasional sketches of people, devices, or even flowers.
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Lyall has one of the medium-sized rooms to himself, at the entrance to the male servants' wing. His room is not very personalized, with only one small painting (of a meadow landscape with sheep) and one etching of his parents. His bed is probably the most colorful thing in the room, piled with quilts and pillows, gifts from home. The curtains are thick, heavy, and usually closed.
Most of what's in there is notebooks, with records of his previous days and observations and lessons he's learned from them, that fill up a small bookshelf. There are occasional theories he's picked up from his current employers that he found interesting, and occasional sketches of people, devices, or even flowers.