Old Persian rugs and carpets, a few Renaissance mirrors, a few priceless 'pots,' a picture or two, hangings and coverings of a dim purple--the whole, made by these various items and objects, expressed a taste perhaps originally florid, but tamed by long and fastidious practice of the arts of decoration.
In the study where tea had been laid, Nelly could not restrain her wonder and delight.

On one wall hung ten of the most miraculous Turners--drawings from his best period, each of them irreplaceably famous.

Another wall showed a group of Boningtons--a third a similar gathering of Whistlers.

Sir William, charmed with the bride's pleasure, took down drawing after drawing, carried them to the light for her, and discoursed upon them.
'Would you like that to copy ?'--he said, putting a Turner into her lap--a marvel of blue mountain peaks, and winding river, and aerial distance.
'Oh, I shouldn't dare--I should be afraid!' said Nelly, hardly liking to take the treasure in her own hands.

'Aren't they--aren't they worth immense sums ?' Sir William laughed.
'Well, of course, they're valuable--everybody wants them.