A splendid portrait of the late Earl of Kew in his peer's robes hangs opposite his daughter and her harp.

We are writing of George the Fourth's reign; I dare say there hung in the room a fine framed print of that great sovereign.

The chandelier is in a canvas bag; the vast sideboard, whereon are erected open frames for the support of Sir Brian Newcome's grand silver trays, which on dinner days gleam on that festive board, now groans under the weight of Sir Brian's bluebooks.
An immense receptacle for wine, shaped like a Roman sarcophagus, lurks under the sideboard.

Two people sitting at that large dining-table must talk very loud so as to make themselves heard across those great slabs of mahogany covered with damask.

The butler and servants who attend at the table take a long time walking round it.