Two old shiny-faced English tallboys were separated by a boot rack.

Between the two windows was a shaving glass over a basin.

There was a bookcase on each side of the fire-place and a table conveniently near a deep armchair with a tobacco jar, pipes and a box of cigarettes.
Every available space of wall was crammed with framed photographs of college groups, some showing men with the whiskered faces and the strange garments of the early Victorian period, others of the clean-shaven men of the day, but all of them fit and eager and care-free, caught in their happiest hours.

It was a man's room, arranged by one, now used by another.
Joan went through into the bedroom.

The light followed her.