This is a bathing-room," said he, opening one, where a marble bath and ewer, and every luxurious appliance reminded one of Eastern luxury.

Even the air had a soft languor in it, as if perfumed breaths had mingled there.
"I should like to see the former mistress of this palace," said I, gazing round with a bewildered smile; "she was probably some magnificent Eastern sultana who reclined under that royal canopy, and received sherbet from the hands of kneeling slaves.

She little dreamed of the rustic successor who would tread her marble halls, and revel in the luxuries prepared for her." "She was a very elegant and intellectual woman, I am told," replied Ernest, "who accompanied her husband in his travels, and assisted him in every enterprise, by the energy of her mind and the constancy of her heart, and whose exquisite taste directed the formation of this graceful structure.

She painted the frescos on the ceiling of the boudoir, and that richly tinted picture of an Italian sunset is the work of her hand.
This house and its decorations are not as costly as many others in this city, but it has such an air of Asiatic magnificence it produces an illusion on the eye.

I wish, myself, it was not quite so showy, but it makes such a charming contrast to the simplicity and freshness of your character I cannot wish it otherwise." "I fear I shall be spoiled.