He had seen Windsor Castle in his youth, but never had he seen anything so magnificent as the crystal chandelier in his own hallway when it was fully lighted for the benefit of the rarely present guests.
On the occasion of his first view of the chandelier in its complete glory, it is said that he walked blindly against an Italian table of solid marble and was in bed for eleven days with a bruised hip.

The polished floors grew to be a horror to him.

He could not enumerate the times their priceless rugs had slipped aimlessly away from him, leaving him floundering in profane wrath upon the glazed surface.

The bare thought of crossing the great ballroom was enough to send him into a perspiration.

He became so used to walking stiff-legged on the hardwood floors that it grew to be a habit which would not relax.