While he babbled he kept his eyes fastened on his listeners to observe the impression which his important little announcements and pronouncements were making.

On the present occasion he was pattering forth a detailed description of the upholstery and fittings of his new music-room.
"All the hangings, violette de Parme, all the furniture, rosewood.

The only ornament in the room is a replica of the Mozart statue in Vienna.
Nothing but Mozart is to be played in the room.

Absolutely, nothing but Mozart." "You will get rather tired of that, won't you ?" said Cicely, feeling that she was expected to comment on this tremendous announcement.
"One gets tired of everything," said Plarsey, with a fat little sigh of resignation.

"I can't tell you how tired I am of Rubenstein, and one day I suppose I shall be tired of Mozart, and violette de Parme and rosewood.
I never thought it possible that I could ever tire of jonquils, and now I simply won't have one in the house.