Now I am going to play to you; and you will forget everything in this world, my wife, excepting that I love you." He drew the Infant between his knees; then realised at once that his chair was too low.
Rising, he went over to a corner where, against the wall, stood a beautiful old chair which he and Helen had brought back, the winter before, from Italy.

Its arms and feet of walnut wood, were carved into lions' heads and paws.

Its back bore, in a medallion, the Florentine _fleur-de-lis_.

The high padded seat was of embossed gold, on crimson leather.
Ronnie placed this queer old chair in the centre of the room, facing the great mirror.
Then he clicked off the electric lights, stirred the fire, and threw on a couple of fresh logs.
The flames shot up, illumining the room..