After a morning’s tour of the West End, seeking quarters suitable for the about-to-be-married Watson, he and Holmes returned to their familiar digs at 221B Baker Street.
“I must confess my disappointment,” Watson sighed. “Ella Fortescu advised us that Mary would prefer something spacious, but not roomy; something well-lighted but not too exposed; something — but what did she mean? What are we to look FOR?”
Holmes shrugged. “Ella meant airy, my dear Watson.”