Singular place indeed, well-harmonized with its master.
Through the westward windows, umbers and pearls of dying day, smudged across a smoky sky, now shadowed trophy-covered walls.

This light, subdued and somber though it was, slowly fading, verging toward a night of May, disclosed unusual furnishings.

It showed a heavy black table of some rare Oriental wood elaborately carved and inlaid with still rarer woods; a table covered with a prayer-rug, on which lay various books on aeronautics and kindred sciences, jostling works on Eastern travel, on theosophy, mysticism, exploration.
Maps and atlases added their note of research.

At one end of the table stood a bronze faun's head with open lips, with hand cupped at listening ear.

Surely that head must have come from some buried art-find of the very long ago.