THE DOUBTFULLY HARMONIOUS PARTS OF A WHOLE A long, low, rectangular and rather narrow room, supported across the centre--where passage walls had been cut away--by an avenue of dumpy wooden pillars, four on either side, leading to a glass door opening on to the garden.

A man's room rather than a woman's, and, judging by appearances, a bachelor's at that .-- Eighteenth-century furniture, not ignoble in line, but heavy, wide-seated, designed for the comfort of bulky paunched figures arrayed in long napped waistcoats and full-skirted coats.

Tabaret curtains and upholsterings, originally maroon, now dulled by sea damp and bleached by sun-glare to a uniform tone in which colour and pattern were alike obliterated.

Handsome copperplate engravings of Pisa and of Rome, and pastel portraits in oval frames; the rest of the whity brown panelled wall space hidden by book-cases.

These surmounted by softly shining, pearl-grey Chinese godlings, monsters, philosophers and saints, the shelves below packed with neatly ranged books.
A dusky room, in spite of its rounded, outstanding sash-windows, two on either side the glass door; the air of it holding, in permanent solution, an odour of leather-bound volumes.