Archer and Janey trailed their long silk draperies up to the drawing-room, where, while the gentlemen smoked below stairs, they sat beside a
Carcel lamp with an engraved globe, facing each other across a rosewood work-table with a green silk bag under it, and stitched at the two ends of a tapestry band of field-flowers destined to adorn an "occasional" chair in the drawing- room of young Mrs.
In the "best parlour," with its black horse-hair and mahogany weakly illuminated by a gurgling
Carcel lamp, I listened every evening to another and more delicately shaded version of the Starkfield chronicle.