Should be a very full meeting to-night ...

Well, well ...
Thank you for your kindness, Mrs.Warlock, I'm sure." The door was closed, Mrs.Warlock retired into her bedroom; the house was left to Martin and his father.
Mr.Warlock's room was hideous.

It opened, somewhat ironically, out of Mrs.Warlock's pink drawing-room.

A huge and exceedingly ugly American roll-top desk took up much of the room.

There were bookshelves into which books had been piled.