Although the hotel is named for author John Ruskin, the ghosts of other literary legends who lived nearby haunt you: Mary Shelley plotting her novel, Frankenstein; James Barrie fantasizing about Peter Pan; and even the provocative Olive Schreiner (1855-1920), who advocated that women should be independent in sexual matters. For 2 decades, a hard-working family that enjoys a repeat clientele has managed this hotel. They keep the place spick-and-span, although you shouldn't expect a decorator's flair. The furnishings, although well polished, are worn. Double-glazed windows in the front blot out street noise, but we prefer the old-fashioned chambers in the rear, as they open onto a park. At long last, guests arriving today will find an elevator. The greenery in the cellar-level breakfast room provides a nice touch, and the breakfast is big enough to fortify you for a full day at the British Museum next door. Insider tip: Although the private bathrooms are small, the shared bathrooms in the hall are generous and well maintained; all have shower units.