The wall paper was of a small and ancient figuring.

In places it hung torn.
The furniture was old mahogany, apparently made in an earlier generation.

An engraving or so hung askew upon the wall, a broken bust stood on a bracket.

The tall tester bed, decorated with a patchwork silken covering, showed signs of comfort, but was neither modern nor over neat.

The room was not furnished in poverty, but its spirit, its atmosphere, its feeling, lacked something, a woman could have told what.
She pushed back the heavy dresser, but the wall was without opening behind it.