The furniture is old-fashioned, rich, French, imported.

The carpets, if not new, are not cheap, either.

Bits of crystal and silver, visible here and there, are as bright as they are antiquated; and one or two portraits, and the picture of Our Lady of Many Sorrows, are passably good productions.

The brass work, of which there is much, is brilliantly burnished, and the front room is bright and cheery.
At the street door of this room somebody has just knocked.

Aurore has risen from her seat.