A heavy imported carpet covered the central portion of the polished oaken floor.

Old family portraits lined its walls and those of the parlor adjoining it.

Curtains hung at the windows.

They were more or less discolored by smoke and other agencies, but they were curtains.

All about the chamber were signs of wealth and cultivation, and a great fire of wood was burning in a huge chimney under a beautifully carved oaken mantelpiece.
The room seemed to remain almost as it had been left by the owner, save that two one-hundred-pound cannon balls, fired by the Union guns into Fredericksburg, were lying by either side of the door.
"Tickets, sir," said Langdon, as Harry appeared at the door.
Harry drew from under his cloak two boxes of sardines which he had taken from a deserted sutler's wagon on the field of Fredericksburg.