We will take it to your new rooms." And when they went into the drawing-room she placed the picture on the chimney-shelf by the clock, where it had formerly stood.
Roland filled his pipe; Pierre and Jean lighted cigarettes.

They commonly smoked them, Pierre while he paced the room, Jean, sunk in a deep arm-chair, with his legs crossed.

Their father always sat astride a chair and spat from afar into the fire-place.
Mme.

Roland, on a low seat by a little table on which the lamp stood, embroidered, or knitted, or marked linen.
This evening she was beginning a piece of worsted work, intended for Jean's lodgings.

It was a difficult and complicated pattern, and required all her attention.