There were things beneath.
My drawing-room, which contains no furniture, and which we use for spreading out the linen after washing, is fifteen feet in height, eighteen square, with a ceiling which was formerly painted and gilded, and with beams, as in yours.

This was covered with a cloth while this was the hospital.

And the woodwork was of the era of our grandmothers.
But my room is the one you ought to see.

Madam Magloire has discovered, under at least ten thicknesses of paper pasted on top, some paintings, which without being good are very tolerable.

The subject is Telemachus being knighted by Minerva in some gardens, the name of which escapes me.